blue trees

Throw me out in the storm its where I belong
Then my thoughts can join the tempest and create a song the lightning and the thunder become a part of me and I collapse in the rain with you beside me
after the storms over we'll run away and possible come back in June or may but there's no pressure we could stay away for ever and use storms like these to raise us up like a lever





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