February 7, 2009
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.

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