Rain is streaming down my cheeks,
Thunder is shouting your name,
Lightning is running through my veins,
Wind is filling my cold, empty lungs.
Not only the skies can thunderstorm.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
Thunderstorm
Rain is streaming down my cheeks,
Thunder is shouting your name,
Lightning is running through my veins,
Wind is filling my cold, empty lungs.
Not only the skies can thunderstorm.
