The Hooded Man
Fog so deep, I can barely see
No light is surrounding me
Whispering winds tell me lies
I cannot see what is on the other side
Pellets of rain drown my skin
So cold, so wet, so desperate
A roar of thunder in the distance
A crack of lightning to deny my existence
Lengthy shadows appear before me
To turn around one...two...three...
Familiar silk to fill my hand
In front of me is the hooded man
Leaning in to warm his heart
Our lips so close, yet so far apart
His breath confining, warm as smoke
Yet I know there is something hidden in his cloak
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Words from a Teenager (Poems)
PoetryCollection of poems and lyrics that I've written. I honestly don't care what you say about it, good or bad. I can express myself and so can you, there are different ways. If you judge, well that's your loss, not mine. Open or closed minded, brok...
