Poem By Brisheanna Night
It began with sunshine
then the agony started.
the cold and ice...
Storm clouds come and go
but that doesnt stop the attack.
Wait... why am i exhausted? oh yea
hiding feelings and being alone can be exhausting
the out of the clear blue sky you
appear like you snuck
under my sheild of shadows.
then I see the aura it's not Mine its pink' with love and happyness not black with mystery and secretive like mine.
now i know what the problemis but
i guess with a baby blue aura, it is suductive
and mixed with green can make you a lier.
But can you live with a