Blue skies
turns into grey.
Little stars
are teary.
Falling tears
from heaven,
Sounds like a lullabie
in my ears.
Hoping
it would be
the answer.
To drown all my fears.
Lightning and Thunderstorm
Strikes like
Unspoken words.
That breaks
every untold stories
of a lonely
road.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
Blue skies
turns into grey.
Little stars
are teary.
Falling tears
from heaven,
Sounds like a lullabie
in my ears.
Hoping
it would be
the answer.
To drown all my fears.
Lightning and Thunderstorm
Strikes like
Unspoken words.
That breaks
every untold stories
of a lonely
road.
