Take a piece,
Of the storm,
Will never leave
And when it gets too loud. Too blinding with its fury. Remember me. And how you left me alone, in
Remember me. How you ran straight back to me.
Remember me. How you ran straight back to me. How you could never find a me. How I disappeared hand in hand, with
Now I. Am running with rain. And,
too loud, for you.
Poetic snippet whoooo. I hope you enjoyed! I also hope you are having a great 2017, remember happiness does not come in a week, or a month. It takes a while, so love the beautiful small things. Love yourself and the world. And happiness will come.