Storms Wrath
Her heart breaks at his words
Crushing the red dried roses that were once hers
Leaving nothing but dark red broken petals falling towards the grass
As the she lets out a howl from deep within
Crushed by his hateful words of deceit
The stab wounds going deep in her soul
She goes blue like a chill from winter’s brutal cold
Pain freezing her every thought
As her heart stops beating so damn hard
Tears staining her face with marks
She tries to understand what came her way
Lost for words with nothing left to say
Falling to the ground, she grabs the wounds on her way
His words of hate, breaking her once beautiful face
Written by: Emmanuelle-Rose Grace
Emma the Mizfit 