GROWING

The sunlight of past was still very bright.
It shone on in, through the tears and the fright.
The clouds tumble in; they rolled right on through.
A bitter storm erupted, blew and blew.
The sunlight was gone, the first time since then,
And was replaced by a cold bitter wind.
The storm subsided, moving on its way,
left new light, taking that of yesterday.

This is a poem about when Lindsey and I were no longer friends. Just FYI!!

I wanna go home!

Nah, I just wanna read more of this really cool poetry!