Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Decisions. Decisions.

The rain can't make up it's mind
Storm clouds bursting
Teardrops falling
Sun revealing
Light
The weather can't make up it's mind
Stay or Go
Rain or Shine
Warmth or Death
Day
Night
The world can't make up it's mind -
So why should I?
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  1. HaleyMay 18, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    The rain is freaking me out too!

    I like how you used short words and awesomeness like that.

    Plus, the last line completely changes the point of the poem while keeping it exactly the same . . . if that makes sense at all.

    Anyways, I loved it.

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