03 May 2009

when it storms
i think of what we could have been.
how you were the who was the one who knew i was afraid,
and you were the one that call months later to check and tell me it was ok.

its when it lightenings that i miss you the most,
but then my largest dream was the one that got shot down the hardest
and i was the one that fell
while you walked away.

only until now i stood back up
and redeemed myself


but then here comes the thunder again.

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