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Storm
0 ReviewsA tale of two friends, two that promised the end.
You,
I.
Here we sit, awaiting fate.
You've found your's,
yet choose to wait for mine,
just to see what it is.
Your's is sweet,
a girl that likes you.
Mine looks grim,
a fate without definiton,
like the swirling mass of an impending
storm.
Your fate comes,
mine still waits.
You forget your promises and run off,
away from me.
I just sit and wait,
wait for anything to come along.
Something does come,
on the horizon.
It's the swirling mass of an impending
storm.
I.
Here we sit, awaiting fate.
You've found your's,
yet choose to wait for mine,
just to see what it is.
Your's is sweet,
a girl that likes you.
Mine looks grim,
a fate without definiton,
like the swirling mass of an impending
storm.
Your fate comes,
mine still waits.
You forget your promises and run off,
away from me.
I just sit and wait,
wait for anything to come along.
Something does come,
on the horizon.
It's the swirling mass of an impending
storm.
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