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heart storm
Thunder cracks & makes the skies cry.
The flash of lightning, whispers of shattered lives.
The cold rains come,
Caught...with only the desire to go home, but there's nowhere to go because home is gone.
Blown away by lifes tornados, we all know how love goes.
Twisted, broken & disfigured in a heap lays....my heart.
The flash of lightning, whispers of shattered lives.
The cold rains come,
Caught...with only the desire to go home, but there's nowhere to go because home is gone.
Blown away by lifes tornados, we all know how love goes.
Twisted, broken & disfigured in a heap lays....my heart.
Published 28th Jul 2012
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2nd Apr 2015 6:16pm
I remember, we were sitting in the living room, and he was typing. I asked "Daddy what are you typing?" And when he showed me this, I think I became my father's biggest fan.
