Drip
Drop Drop
Drip Drip
Drop Drop
Rain softly pelts down on the window,
As I peer inside my sisters room with
Stains littered across her floor, the
Soft light given by the moon.
Catching her dark eyes she looks at me.
As I press my face against the glass my sister starts
Urging me to run from the terrors of tonight,
Helplessly pleading for my helpless sanctuary.
Sacrificing something she knew she never could.
Drop Drop
Drip Drip
Drop Drop
Drip
Author notes
Something i wrote for an english assignment but im not sure if i want to hand it in or write something different.
hope you enjoy.
Please tell me what you think
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awwww! i love rain..good job hun
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this is good
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Lmao sis who cares if it didn't ge tinto a triangle this is a wickedly powerful poem and I read it in a way as if I were at a cafe reciting this poem & I love the powerful wording & the break lines you did here. I just really like the abstract imagery you placed into this poem and its just a really wickedly cool poem. any ways nice work as always sis and keep up the good work Bro
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Excellant writing Claire-Anne
I'd hand this in, you'd be nuts not to.
It paints a vivid picture in the readers mind.
Bravo Raven
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Ohh. This is first poem in a long while that I've been able to picture every single aspect within it. Amazing bubs.
No idea what you're on about with the triangle... unless you mean shape poetry. And if so, well yeah, um... want some blueberries?
Look dear, I love you quite literally more than the world itself. Maybe random but I wanted to remind you.
This would be good to hand in as assignment. I would, if I were you.
I love you.
♥
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wow baby
this is really good
i love it
hope yur doing good
i love you
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