Dec 2014
My skies are turning grey,
The sun is hidden
Or may have been extinguished.
Happiness is brief,
Sadness is longer,
Consistent and much more real.
My waves are dark and crashing,
A storm in brewing,
I can feel it inside.
The sun is hidden
Or may have been extinguished.
Happiness is brief,
Sadness is longer,
Consistent and much more real.
My waves are dark and crashing,
A storm in brewing,
I can feel it inside.
Dark lonely alone sad feeling real waves skies storm help
(Ireland)
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