Thunder rumbles clearly on and over calming idle minds Caressing thoughts of anguish and lament of all the wasted time It echoes through the empty and the hollow of a broken soul Mistaken for a heartbeat, just another flood, the hopeless rolls
i told myself i’d be fine without you but here i am one month twenty-something poems and a countless number of tears later and i can’t find the strength to breathe anything other than the air that you provided