• fortae 54w


    What is storm?
    Storm is what we feel inside
    When we see not ourselves
    But one far from the weakened tides
    Storm is what I call my heart
    When it won't stop beating out loud
    Storm is what I think you feel
    But never see rolling out wide
    When you choose to make do with the lies
    Storm is not the clashing of wave tides
    Or wreathing thunderclap
    Storm is what they let outside
    When the can wouldn't contain their cries