When
The Sun hits my skin- warmth, safety, happiness.
The Clouds roll in- soft rain, constant evelopement, contentment.
The Wind picks up- fear, mistrust, saddness.
The Chill takes over- bitterness, loathing, hatred.
Will the Sun return?
Unhealed Heart
If you were here what would I feel?
Love.
If you were here what would I do?
Love you.
If I could see you what would I say?
I Love You.
Where are you?
I have lost you.
She
She is the ghost that haunts my waking thoughts
She is the banshee that pierces my sleep
She is the vampire bleeding my soul
She is the secret in your mind & heart hidden deep
And she is destroying us.
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