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It was a Thursday evening,
And the lightning was bright,
When you whispered to me about all the things you could no longer bare,
And so I just stared into the sky,
Daydreaming of what could become mine,
When thunders voice for lightning, Grumbled towards the doom of our future,
I still lied awake,
Safe in your arms,
With my head among your beating heart,
Watching the Thursday evening pass through,
A reminiscing thought of what could be our new,
Even alongside thunder and lightning comes the silence after,
A clear sky signifies now the peace to our Thursday night,
And now the lightning isn't so bright,
And the thunder is now out of sight,
No longer can be heard,
Creating the hope that everything might just be okay for a while.
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YOU ARE READING
The Essence of Poetry.
PoetryA selection of poetry I have wrote over the years. Finally feel ready to present it and what better place than on here for you all. The privilege of being the first to see it's true essence. TAE.
