Trouble sweeps in like the wind;
Fighting against me in gusts.
I reach out for you, my anchor
In this storm, but you turn your back
To me, as the blackened sky approaches.
My world begins to crumble and the
Rain and hail pelt my skin. I panic and look to you for safety, and there you
stand, unmoving. your cold green eyes watching me struggle,
You show no empathy, no sorrow, as I slip away into the products of my guilt
and sorrow.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:34 PM UTC
Trouble sweeps in like the wind;
Fighting against me in gusts.
I reach out for you, my anchor
In this storm, but you turn your back
To me, as the blackened sky approaches.
My world begins to crumble and the
Rain and hail pelt my skin. I panic and look to you for safety, and there you
stand, unmoving. your cold green eyes watching me struggle,
You show no empathy, no sorrow, as I slip away into the products of my guilt
and sorrow.
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