Her prayers for rain fall in the form of tears amidst the black clouds of his storm jealous streaks of lightening emblazon his eyes as a slap of thunder rolls across the landscape of her flesh the apex of fury surround her yet again, she rides the torrent out sustaining the onslaught of his wake weathering another drunken tempest to pass her prayers for rain quench not her cracked and parched heart long in dyer need of relief pooling no where but run off along with other debris collected into the gutter of her soul ...still she loves him
Reason for writing:
nothing particular
Birth sign: Leo
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