Raining hard
The drops, they burn my face.
They come pouring down.
The sun was shigning brightly,
but is now hidden behind a cloud.
What happened to the sky?
When I awoke it was clear blue.
But now, it's black and stormy,
hectic, strong, angry looking, too.
The thunder rumbles loudly,
the lightning's purest white.
It stretches far across the sky,
a sliver of flashing light.
The rain gets soaked up by the ground.
It seeps up silently,
there is no sound.
But the thunder is roaring,
still, and loud.
I am breathing heavily,
the tears have finally ceased.
They've been rolling down my face
for hours on end, at least.
I am breathing shallowly,
and now, I've finally stopped.
I've gone through too much pain,
but that's done and over now,
because my heat has popped.
Shh...
Listen to the Rain.
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Angel Marie's Poems
The name is Angel. I love to write poems most of them are kinda depressing but thats how i feel when i write those. Some of them are completely random those are kind funny though. SO enjoy!
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Angel Marie Swiftwing
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My name is angel
And your blood will stain my blade
prepare to fight or die where you stand
The choice is yours