Nocturne

Storm

I surrendered back to my room,

staying steady under cold sheets.

The skies won't calm down for hours now

and here I curl up in darkness

wishing you'd never hear

this noise my chest is making

because my heart has a way of beating

too loud when I feel the skies falling

just above my roof.

I wonder, was the thunder

ever made from my veins?

My brain has storms it has been  brewing.

My eyes have been crying

a lot more than the rain pouring,

and here I curl up in darkness

wishing you'd never hear.