The dawn is stuck in the rain,
sky got bruised in the storm,
hollow wind lulls my pain,
makes my torment feel so warm.
The rain patters on the ground,
it sings softly into my ear,
and all my screms won't make a sound,
as your whispers sooth my fears.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
