Storm
Like the clouds in the sky,
They fly as I slowly die,
One of a kind, with only one goodbye.
So lightly they glide up above,
As I'm thinking of,
Rain falling on sorrowed love.
As clouds never alive,
My heart tries to contrive,
But the storms thus quickly deprive.
Winds push, twist, and wind,
A silence only I'm able to find,
Only the hail here to remind.
Forever like the clouds forever pour,
Emotions like thunder shaking roar,
Left in the storm I can't take anymore.
S