You are the thunder,
And I'm the lightning.
We make a perfect cloud,
Storms to run from.I'm too close,
To the rumbling cloud.
It's sounds scare me,
Hurts me and holds me.My walls are gone,
Crumbling away.
I'm an open target,
Love me or hurt me?What's gonna be left?
The suns coming out.
Our storm has ended,
But there's mass destruction.
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All Of My Poems/Songs
Non-FictionAll of my poems (and some relatable songs) in one.