PoeticShakespeare

The rain falls outside my window, A storm raging and shaking the world around me. For once I am not afraid of the thunder, No...I embrace it. Because the sky is crying the tears that I cannot cry myself, The thunder echoing my inner screams of anguish, Anxiety, Anger, And torment. "Why?" the thunder echoes, "Why did you forsake me so?" A rain drop hits the ground, "Why did you leave me here to pick up the pieces alone?" Three more drops. "What did I do to deserve this pain?" The thunder rolls and lightning flashes. "I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE AGAIN! COME Back...please..." Thunder roars and lightning streaks across the sky, One drop...Two d

How do you just flip a switch? Throw someone into a ditch Push them down then walk away It was clear you didn't want to stay No goodbye were ever said We never knew what was going thru your head Did you even really care? Or did you just like to share? Yes I'm hurt And yes I'm mad But most off I find you sad Well here the news Well here the deal We got all the time to heal I'm more pissed then anything I trusted you with many things But here I am to say goodbye As the begin to die Head held high Eyes to the sky I walk this way To make you pay To show i am strong I'm where I belong With those who care With those who are

See that girl? Yes, that one right over there, through the window, The one with the crazy hair? And the worn down clothes? Well I hear she's crazy, gone completely batshit, screwed up in the head, that one. Always has some bitchy come back, she's a little too quick, if you ask me. A little too fat, a little too quiet all the time. I mean, my god, can't the girl speak? She's all shut up in her head, likes to talk to herself, I've heard. She draws those depressing things, always has her face in some story with a death. I hear she's barely making the grade, I hear she lies to her folks, and you know what's really weird? She

String the anchor to my heart Kiss the hand that ties me down Fashion back the pieces broken Lift me up and watch me drown Lift my eyes to open Sleight of hand to watch me bleed Leave to love another man Songs like birds of misery Hurt behind the eighteen Age of fourteen, young and scared Dream with me a second time Disappeared and left me bare Boy from broken households, have me Upon a foothold grasp, we moan Caught once in the throes of loving Where queried of a lord unknown Lustful heart oncoming toward them Loved for hours at a time Knife in hand, in bedroom doorframes Driven by her words to cry Now a woman, lover, men