You're a storm in my head,
And the harsh gales whisks me into this state of sadness,
Or how your voice like crashing waves pound at my lungs until my breath gets pushed out,
When the maelstrom of thoughts tethers endless pictures of your smile to my mind,
Painted with raging waves- your eyes contain
You're a storm in my head,
And I just couldn't swim back up
//k.u.
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