Last night i had a dream about storms that would come and go in the blink of an eye. When I woke up it made me think of how my love life really is. As the rain falls it feels like all is gone in my heart. When it thunders my heart stops because its to scared to beat on. Every time it thunders i put my hands together and prey to God to strike me dead out of this dream. He does not want me dead because he wants me to feel the pain of love he suffered. This feeling i feel isnt pain of love its torture of life. I shall not live on in this world he made for me. He may control my mind but i control my heart. My heart is not fit for this thundering life of his. Theres never a shinning or cool day in my heart. People always say dreams never come true and you always wake up from one. Well iv been in one for 15 years of pure storms.
