Storm.

by nayee   Aug 25, 2007


Black Rolls of Anger.
Cheeky Flashes of Hate.
The Rip of Sadness.
And then,
The Tears.
Because everyone cries when they get cut,
Even the Sky.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Libby

    Really gurdd
    xx

  • 17 years ago

    by Kris

    I found it interesting. I really like your view .
    I like it.