the silence in
your voice
is like a storm
in the cold.
when it thunders
the sky renders
a fidgeted cloud
wanting to rowd
away to a bout.
it moves random
looking to stardom
wishing the rain
would fall.
and when it does
the calm
traps
any remaining of the stabs
the weather
had dabbed.
the return of the sound
a musical
found
is perfect to accompany the mind.
when you open up
and say
it is proud
all the things you 'lowed.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
the silence in
your voice
is like a storm
in the cold.
when it thunders
the sky renders
a fidgeted cloud
wanting to rowd
away to a bout.
it moves random
looking to stardom
wishing the rain
would fall.
and when it does
the calm
traps
any remaining of the stabs
the weather
had dabbed.
the return of the sound
a musical
found
is perfect to accompany the mind.
when you open up
and say
it is proud
all the things you 'lowed.