This is the aftermath of it all.
The storms are no longer here to flood your doors.
As thunderstorms have stored in your mind
These tears can't fill your heart with hate alright.
The fear will never be able to decide your fate.
So you have a date with a transition babe
That will determine if you are safe.
Hold onto this cautious mind
As this transition era
Is here to open your mind
YOU ARE READING
Aftermath of It All
PoetryHere's the aftermath of all the stuff i have gone through over the years..... Let's see what has changed and what has stayed the same.
