With a line of light
Streaking across a sky
Disturbing the peaceful night
Thunder kills
The pitter patter of the rain
And a young heart skips a beat
Yelling her mother's name
Most would never think
Astraphobia could make
A girl think this way
It's like Evil
Whispers
Words that seem to be
Booming and squeezing
The life out of you
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
With a line of light
Streaking across a sky
Disturbing the peaceful night
Thunder kills
The pitter patter of the rain
And a young heart skips a beat
Yelling her mother's name
Most would never think
Astraphobia could make
A girl think this way
It's like Evil
Whispers
Words that seem to be
Booming and squeezing
The life out of you
Seems childish but it's true . I'm afraid of thunder and lightning
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