I watch the storm rolling in, floating over the ocean. For now I'm dry however, soon, I know the rain is coming. I don't have boots, or an umbrella, and I can't find any cover. So I will sit right here, sit silently and watch the pour come closer. Im stranded on an island, no person here or there. My misery, is mine to hold, not something I can share. I close my eyes, and imagine you here, but you aren't close by, you aren't anywhere.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
I watch the storm rolling in, floating over the ocean. For now I'm dry however, soon, I know the rain is coming. I don't have boots, or an umbrella, and I can't find any cover. So I will sit right here, sit silently and watch the pour come closer. Im stranded on an island, no person here or there. My misery, is mine to hold, not something I can share. I close my eyes, and imagine you here, but you aren't close by, you aren't anywhere.
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