Rain falls silentally on the window sill. As I stare out it, into the bleak day, I think about what was. The grey clouds mirror my soul. My heart cries out for feeling, reaching for somthing real, but never grasps the truth.
Its raining harder now, My tears match the ferosity of the storm. My heart grows weaker now as a wall is built around it. Brick by brick it comes togethergrowing stronger with each block.
Thunder crashes now. The storm grows stronger with every moment that passes. As the wall grows thicker with every crash and flash of lightening.
The night grows darker within the storm, raging on as I close the doors upon my heart. Just like a storm awaiting the sun, my heart awaits the one to break threw and bring light into my soul again.
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