Whirl Wind. Profound.

This is a mixture between myself, and a friend of mine. We're been through some tough times, as well as anyone, and plenty of times we feel as if we're the only one's that see the issues.

Shriveled hands stretch for the door,

Knots tying up in an empty stomach,

Crumbled soul falling to the floor,

A pety life found only on a snow flake.

 

She loves him more than anyone can calculate,

And she's trying to find the answer to her heart.

She's spinning in the abyss of fate,

Hiding in the cave of a strawberry tart.

 

Can he save her from herself?

Can he find her so far from the surface?

He is the sun, she is the moon, she melts.

In the lines of her wrinkles tells the stories of her sacrifice.

 

She is lost.

She is found.

She is tossed,

In a whirl wind. Profound.