*The trees dance
to your madness
As your heart hides thunder
and your veins resemble lightning...
Rather dim,
Perhaps by the darkness of your soul.
Since birth,
We were guaranteed that when it rains,
it will pour like never before...
Fear not to cry little one.
There is far more hurricane in this world
and you Ms,
you were not made for occasional drizzle.
Storm*
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
*The trees dance
to your madness
As your heart hides thunder
and your veins resemble lightning...
Rather dim,
Perhaps by the darkness of your soul.
Since birth,
We were guaranteed that when it rains,
it will pour like never before...
Fear not to cry little one.
There is far more hurricane in this world
and you Ms,
you were not made for occasional drizzle.
Storm*
For a friend, fond of rain and what it entails. Crazy, wild child. One who has so much going on in her life but dares not to talk about it or release a single drop of tear... **