See the tornado?
It draws closer than before.
Yet we stay outside.
I can taste the storm.
Musty, cold, light, but heavy.
I still dance in it.
Hear the earth tremble.
Underneath our feet; with us.
It can't shake me up.
There is a rainbow.
Being under the weather?
We do not feel that.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Dipped
ŞiirA collection of poems written by MyChemicalLibrary that go from happy and exciting to dark and bleak, with everything in between. A poem will be added at least once per week, if not more than that.
