Poison

A Poem by Ivey

Look at the sky,

swirling in different colors,

as the storm grows closer,

purples, blues, black,

all blended into one,

the only name for the color,

Poison seeps through my veins.

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Beautiful thats how i would decribe a bad storm.

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Added on October 1, 2009

I'm Ivey. Fifteen. Singing is my talent but I'm attempting to take up writing. Music is life. That's about it. :) Later. more..