CANDLE LIGHTS
REFLECT
IN YOUR EYES
BUT HOW CAN THAT BE
WITH THIS RAIN
SURROUNDS ME.
STORMS FILTER
THROUGH
SOUNDS
OF
YOU
ECHO IN MY EARS
AND ALL I CAN SEE
IS QUIET
IN FRONT
OF ME.
QUESTIONS
ALWAYS
IN THE AIR
SILENCE
IS STILL
CHAOS
IS RUMBLING THROUGH
MY CHEST
STILL
ALL I CAN
FEEL IS YOU.
THE ANSWERS
ARE NEVER HERE
YOU TELL
ME
THEY ONLY APPEAR
WHEN WE LEAST
EXPECT THEM
WITH THE
QUIET
SUBSIDES
WHEN THE STORMS
ARE NO MORE.
THAT'S WHEN
I THINK
OF
YOU.
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