A storm rages in the darkest part of her mind.
If you look closely, you can see the lightening flash
In her forest green eyes;
Creating something like a forest fire
That leaves you mesmerized.
A storm rages in the darkest part of her soul.
If you get close enough to her, you can hear
The thunder booming in her writing,
Contrasting against her soft demeanor,
Compelling you to read more.
A storm rages in the darkest part of her heart.
But you'll never get close enough to see the rain
Falling out of her eyes,
Diminishing the fire,
Strengthening the thunder.
She thinks she's weak.
But nothing weak can create such a storm.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
A storm rages in the darkest part of her mind.
If you look closely, you can see the lightening flash
In her forest green eyes;
Creating something like a forest fire
That leaves you mesmerized.
A storm rages in the darkest part of her soul.
If you get close enough to her, you can hear
The thunder booming in her writing,
Contrasting against her soft demeanor,
Compelling you to read more.
A storm rages in the darkest part of her heart.
But you'll never get close enough to see the rain
Falling out of her eyes,
Diminishing the fire,
Strengthening the thunder.
She thinks she's weak.
But nothing weak can create such a storm.
For a friend.
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