Dark clouds, soft breeze
The promise of rain reminds me that nothing is promised
With each drop our love fades
Just like a floating leaf having no direction in movement
Like the thunder that follows the storm
We seem not to hear each other anymore
Our love has been replaced by lightening strikes of pain
The arguments droning out the beautiful symphony
With each tear I fade away scared
We have become mundane with each strike being calculated
I seek that warmth in another's arms to only be reminded of you
Penance I feel paid yet your blessing I can't have
Feel bound yet free
Alone yet comforted
Waiting on the sun to give me direction and purpose
For my deep roots need to be fulfilled not just by rain.
Telly Morris
Sunday, March 31, 2013 at 23:32HRS
The promise of rain reminds me that nothing is promised
With each drop our love fades
Just like a floating leaf having no direction in movement
Like the thunder that follows the storm
We seem not to hear each other anymore
Our love has been replaced by lightening strikes of pain
The arguments droning out the beautiful symphony
With each tear I fade away scared
We have become mundane with each strike being calculated
I seek that warmth in another's arms to only be reminded of you
Penance I feel paid yet your blessing I can't have
Feel bound yet free
Alone yet comforted
Waiting on the sun to give me direction and purpose
For my deep roots need to be fulfilled not just by rain.
Telly Morris
Sunday, March 31, 2013 at 23:32HRS
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