Midnight Storm
Morbid gloomy night in the middle of fall,
Sitting on the window waiting on your call.
The skies are kicking and punching;
Throwing a tantrum against the wall.
My heart breaks with your absence,
But there is more to you than just your presence.
I now lay on your side of the bed,
Searching, tracing the last bits of your essence.
It’s all now coming to an end,
And it’s up to the solid grounds to comprehend.
Rain is always needed in order to grow,
Love is a plant and must ascend.
The coast is clear inviting morning to appear;
Chirping birds and colors coming from the rear.
A ray of sunshine enhancing a rainbow in the dark;
Soon we will be together, maybe just another year.
-Inactive Volcano
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