She was his smoke,
He breathe her in like a vapor,
He'll never let go,
Of the girl he loved.
She was his light,
She would bring light,
During his darkest time,
She made him the happiest man alive.
Thus the thunder appears,
Taking the light of his life,
Leaving him in the rain all alone,
Leaving him again in the shadows,
While he continue to mourn.
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Cry Me A River
Költészetwords I fail to speak so I write them instead. Highest rank (#47) in POETRY (#46) in OVERTHINKING
