Storms of ther Heart

December 26, 2008
Standing in the rain soaked, cold, and chilly,
waiting for things to make sense again.

Feeling the sharp wind blow against my wet skin,
waiting for you to come get me and tell the truth.

Listening to the thunder boom in the background,
trying to hold back the tears that loom in my eyes.

Watching the lightning strike; a yellow streak in the sky,
trying to forget the thing that I know I'll always remember.

This storm continues going on even when it's over,
in my heart.

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