I guess our problems in life are a little like rainstorms:
You start with a drizzle
Which doesn't seem too bad
And is bearable
Then the storm hits
And you feel like there will never be a way out
But you have to remember,
Every rainstorm ends
I guess I'm just trying to figure out if I'm in a rainstorm
Or simply headed for an eye of a hurricane
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poems
PoesíaI've done multiple poem books before, but I haven't felt like they were very well written nor anything that came from the heart. I've been told before if you want to exceed in writing, you have to let out your deepest secrets, what makes you beat, w...
