The storm crashes down, all around, too loud a sound, can't touch the ground
The wind breaks across the street, can't see my feet, seems like defeat, finally retreats.
The lighting flashes white, no stars tonight, to bright a light, can't think right.
The rain pours down heavy and thick, way to quick, starts to stick, coats all the bricks.
The storm crashes down all around, too loud a sound, can't touch the ground.
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
