I love the rain.
I love it when the sky feels my pain.
I can hide my tears,
And the rain eases my fears.
I love it when it's cold.
It makes my soul feel less old.
I can sit and be numb.
I don't think of the gun.
I love it when it snows.
And when the wind blows.
I love how the snow swirls around,
Then then continues its journey to the ground.
I love it when the weather is bad.
It makes me less sad.
It contents me.
And makes me feel free.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
