The Storm

November 15, 2016

Clouds begin to cover the sun that shines on her heart,
When he tells her his mind has started to fall apart,
The air feels colder,
as his eyes become darker,
She craves her safe place,
Knowing what she is about to face.

His words become wicked winds,
Make it hard for her to breathe.
She tells herself she needs to leave.
But instead searches for an air way.
Avoiding the fact that her emotions are turning to skies of grey.
Because he tells her, to stay, to wait, and to be brave.

She stands there, darting rain drops fall from her eyes.
The tornado in her head going clock-wise.
Her stomach roars of thunder.
Right after the lighting flash of memories.

She tries to make herself understand,
This storm of sadness.
He holds her hand,
as the wind knocks down the power lines from,
her brain,
to her heart.

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