A poem I wrote having a bad dream bout my first love. Ahhh. Not the best poet might have some grammar issues.
“I stare as the dark thunderous clouds come closer to me from the distance
Watching the clouds roll with anger and no remorse between the two red canyons
Stuck beneath in the desert valley my body begins to shiver from the ice cold aura of the storm
I hear the sounds of gods clashing swords and shields advance my direction
I grip the bottom of the red cold cliffs and climb my way up
Digging my nails into the canyons side as if it was the only way to see her,
The Only way to reach the top
I feel my nails slowly peel off my fingertips as I pull myself up the ice cold cliff
Blood dripping from the tips of my nail-less hands I stand on top and at the edge of this canyon
I stare at this cloud and I hear her raw power
I feel the sounds of the storm shake my soul and body
I feel my broken treasure shake from the bottom if my chest
my soul cries in pain to finally see her again
My body falls on its knees and tears of blood stream down my face
I open my blood shot eyes and I stood leveled with the storm
I see the flashes of gods colliding as I run towards it I jump the cliff into the storm
Standing in the middle of the cloud I recalled everything
Her soul, her sent, her voice, her presents”
-By Edward Her
my sister went to a dress up party. guess which one she is?
Your sister will go far in life
As anon requested. It looks blurry when its bigger but yeah.