Her Perfect Little Storm

by DirtRoadGirl   Aug 12, 2011


She sits in silence thats way to loud,
and shivers when its warm;
Thinking of all the pain she allowed,
caught up in her perfect little storm.

The tears,
brought on by pain;
and her fears,
made of darkness and rain.

She stands alone,
in a world thats become too much.
Forced to forget everything she's ever known,
she craves Numbness's loving touch.

She sits in silence thats way to loud,
and shivers when its warm;
Thinking of all the pain she allowed,
welcome to her perfect little storm.

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