Poetry i wrote at 1 in the morning

Cacophonous choruses of rain,

Thousands of cryptic creatures tap along the window.

Silence is ominous, 

The noise is too loud. 


Up the narrow, dizzying staircase,

The air cold enough to make you freeze.

Her hand reaches towards me,

Enrapturing me from her beauty.


Her body is cold, yet familiar,

As i kiss upon her blue lips,

The softness I once knew,

I feel once again as i join her spirit.



yes i know this is peepeepoopoo but its 1:36 in the morning !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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