Storm

February 7, 2009
By LelaLethal SILVER, New Bern, North Carolina
LelaLethal SILVER, New Bern, North Carolina
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The storm we brew,
Could take me from you,
I don't want it to,
I hope you wont go too,
This storm is growing,
Screaming winds pass us by,
Clouds weeping,
Sunshine become a distant memory.
Fading fast,
Holding on,
We stare into each others eyes.
Don't fade away in the storm...
This storm is finally slowing.
Let It Pass.
Now we wait,
For the dust to settle.
Yet I still hope,
You don't become,
Lost amongst the storm.

The author's comments:
Even though we are going through tough times, Even though things arnt seeming so good right now. I'll always be in love with him. This poem, means just that, and I hope he just dosnt leave. I just hope he doesnt get lost in the storm...

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