Friday, January 22, 2021

Gloomy

 Eventually your thunder stops

Echo chamber quiets

Left with your storm cloud

In stillness alone

My sunlight won't be there

To brighten your gray skies

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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop