Storm.
There is a storm outsideI can see it through the windows,
feel it seeping through the walls.
It beats against this house,
the fortress of my heart.
And If I throw the door open,
it will sweep me away
So I keep my eyes down and wait for day
But I can hear the wind whispering,
it calls your name.
I'll walk forward,
in hopes of seeing your face.
And If I die tonight,
the tragic soul wasted away by fate
The story twisted by bounds of reality,
it will all be okay.
Reality is so unkind,
keeping you hidden away.
You voice wont answer my calls,
your hand wont touch my face.
And when I close my eyes,
you're all that I see.
What the heart longs for,
remains ony a dream.
But the wind is beckoning
I can't block it out anymore
I can hear your voice,
just outside the door
And if I die tonight,
the tragic soul wasted away by fate
The story twisted by the bounds of reality,
it will all be okay.
I can feel it now,
the electricity pulsing beneath my fingertips.
my face is pressed to the glass
and it cools my fevered skin.
My heart is beating
with the rhythm of the rain
and the sound of my breathing
matches the wind's scream.
I know you're out there,
I can feel you on the other side
and what I wouldn't give
for one touch, one whisper
one dance to slow down time
The handle is turning,
the storm is raging
And all I can hear is your voice.
All I can see is your face.
And if I die tonight,
the tragic soul wasted away by fate
The story twisted by the bounds of reality,
it will all be okay.
On Wednesday, August 12, 2009 at 7:24 PM
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