Lullaby for A Stormy Night

a slender, fragile age of seventeen.
the sky was crying for her, Next line, perhaps?for all the
tears she held back - for all the
times she pretended didn't exist. Could be re-framed better.
a raindrop trickled down the window before her
and it suddenly became evident: <- I'm not to sure about this. I think it shou all her
disappointment and her fears.
just when she thought things finally took a turn for
the better, she found herself tossing and turning in bed,
and then it started to storm.
her navy blue cotton cardigan rested comfortably on
the surface of her skin.
tired, frustrated, alone,
she drags herself along this barren road.
tired of fighting to get though another day.
just, meaningless.

a slender, fragile age of seventeen.
the sky was crying for her, for all the
tears she held back - for all the
times she pretended didn't exist.
a raindrop trickled down the window before her
and it suddenly became evident: all her
disappointment and her fears.
just when she thought things finally took a turn for
the better, she found herself tossing and turning in bed,
and then it started to storm.
her navy blue cotton cardigan rested comfortably on
the surface of her skin.
tired, frustrated, alone,
she drags herself along this barren road.
tired of fighting to get though another day.
just, meaningless.

Before anything, I like the title. It's a poem in itself.a slender, fragile age of seventeen.
the sky was crying for her, for all the
tears she held back - for all the
times she pretended didn't exist.With this first sentence you right away got a sad mood, making me want to cry, right from the beginning.
a raindrop trickled down the window before herLove the detail.
and it suddenly became evident: all her
disappointment and her fears. Add an s on disappointment.
just when she thought things finally took a turn for
the better, she found herself tossing and turning in bed,
and then it started to storm.Like the suspense created here, the "but" that always comes.
her navy blue cotton cardigan rested comfortably on
the surface of her skin. Oh, love it!
tired, frustrated, alone,
she drags herself along this barren road.
tired of fighting to get though another day.
just, meaningless.Wow, this was really good. I cheer for you and your awesome writing. I hope this is not the last. Very good job. Not much else to say, just write!!