Storm.

Here comes the rain
and down drop the cheeks,
when will the sun come back,
and make me happy again?

Sad, sorry, sucky, squeaky
ball of pain;
stale potato, smelly,
mould of shame.

As I walk away -
and my heart aches -
like lightning breaking through the clouds.
Thunder throbbing pulse,
an ulcer rotting, under pastry lungs
I won’t let it crumble -

I’ll keep walking on!

The further I get
the easier it is!
Till the storm’s a murmer in the distance.

I deny it like it’s
not a part of me,
anymore.

I become deaf to instinct
and I play dumb -
like chopsticks on the piano.
Simply forgetful;
living somewhere in between.
Floating in the sea,
take me away,
that’s where I’ll be.

I’ll keep walking on!

The further I get
the easier it is!
Till the storm’s a murmer in the distance.

I deny it like it’s
not a part of me,
anymore.

Storm.

ElleHurley

Joined April 2010

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Another song; it was sad on paper, but when I put it to music it became happy… strange; feedback welocome :)

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