The Storm

October 31, 2017

The eye of the storm

Is which we fall in love

Ash and dust falling

Like snow from above

Except the ash is of diamond

And the dust powdered pearl

But all of that is ceased

Once he spots the other girl

And the storm begins again

Tearing you apart with its hurl

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