Storms, storms, storms...
Are what we fear at times this cold,
Storms tearing up the skies,
Tearing up my thoughts...
Storms are what you keep inside.
The basis of your recklessness and insanity.
Storms are what lead us to fight against whoever who tries to stop us...
Storms are the first things on your mind,
And the last things you handle inside your soul.
Storms lead to change, guide us to rebel...
But still your lips stopped my storms.
Wandering across whatever hurting,
Fixing and mending all the broken bones,
Treating and curing all of my cuts and wounds...
YOU ARE READING
The Burning Embers
PoetryPoetry Book, "Behind her eyes hides a galaxy, sometimes some stars flow down her cheeks where they can find warmth..." "Watch the rain little pluviophile..." "You meant to me what angels mean to skies..." "Dare to dream, Fight to rise, And believe t...
