When teardrops rain heavily from above and drip on my windowpane and clouds are roaring at each other,
Im all huddled up in my bed with the sound of a storm roaring outside and music to my ears,
And my heart yearns to be close to you.
But instead I sit here broken and falling apart thinking of the miles between us that I desperately want to close.
I want to sit next to you, feel the warmth of your comfort and listen to your heartbeat while my head rests on your chest.
I want all my thoughts to drown away in the pouring outside rain.
I want your touch to stitch back the broken pieces.
I want to hear your peaceful voice rather than the scream of my conscience.
I want this hurt and pain to turn into love and peace and a feeling of being at rest rather than the war thats going on inside of me.
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
