When I heard the thunderstorm was coming, I expected to see the damaging of strong winds. I did not expect to see a woman that took the heart of many men. Her hair flowed like a stream of water. None of the men dared to come any closer. No one knows the tears she cry flow like the rain on a window pane, or that the tears she cry are full of pain. She uses her lightning as a shield. Men see her coming and yield. She makes them sway with her wind as if they are trees. Her pain is left behind like tears of debris. She is not threatened by the pain of love; don't be alarmed. Her powers are the symptoms of a thunderstorm.
By: Poetic Janyia
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RandomThese are poems that I've been writing from 2014-present time. Some of my poems are based off of things I have experienced, writing poems from other people's POV, or from my imagination. I hope you enjoy them. - Janyia
