You can almost always escape from a storm
Go North. South. East. West.
But, when the wind is howling in your mind
And the voices are as destructive as a tornado
And the tears couldn't be anything but rain
You can't really do anything to escape, can you?
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoesíaPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
The Storm
You can almost always escape from a storm
Go North. South. East. West.
But, when the wind is howling in your mind
And the voices are as destructive as a tornado
And the tears couldn't be anything but rain
You can't really do anything to escape, can you?