Sullen,
Color being black,
As black as the storm clouds in a hurricane,
As broken as shattered glass,
Tasting of unclean water,
Like sitting alone in the middle of nowhere,
If a feeling it would be having to move away from the home you love without knowing,
As depressing as a natural disaster,
Smelling of burnt cupcakes,
As blank as a canvas of the artist with no direction,
Sounding of the tantrum of a baby,
As heartbroken as of one losing their first love,
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryThis is just stuff I've written and I hope you enjoy btw this is my first book
