as the thurnder rumbles

January 19, 2008
as the thurnder rumbles
my knees grow weak

the thought of loseing u
is what i hope to never seek
as the fear over rides
i hold it and lock it down deep inside

its like a fire

its a weeknees
not a desire

it makes me so ill

its so unreal

a pill can not cure
it just makes it a blur

i just wish ur where hear
so my vision would go clear

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