The Storm

by Zamounde the Footstepper

Your eyes are like the sun shining on my face
I'm sweating thoughts of you like rain
Moisture on my mind 
Has left me emotionally blind
I want to be who I was before I met you
But I cannot so what's the use
Maybe the next time it rains
There won't be too many clouds
And I won't hide from you
Fighting with your energy like a hurricane
In the middle of your eye
It's calm
But the main part of you is tearing at me
In my dreams
I board up my place
Store up needs
But as you pass by
I'm moved anyway
Your power is too much
Next time I will go in land
But still I have to face your return
What is life without the storm

The Storm by Zamounde the Footstepper

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