Warm in your arms,
And walking on air.
The clouds formed a path and led me home.
When I got there,
The clouds twisted,
And I was no longer floating,
But falling.
Shouting of the heavy wind,
Red raindrops,
Thundering bass.
Not even music can save me from this storm.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Warm in your arms,
And walking on air.
The clouds formed a path and led me home.
When I got there,
The clouds twisted,
And I was no longer floating,
But falling.
Shouting of the heavy wind,
Red raindrops,
Thundering bass.
Not even music can save me from this storm.
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