Storm CloudsA Poem by Meghan
Now consume me, nose powdered I'm numb
Four hands and feet, two mouths that speak become a single one Forgotten lover, forget the band Though its a sin, I missed the skin cells left in the palm of my hand And shoulder to shoulder or chest to chest He warms me up, he locks me up, safe and sound. I am storm clouds, or maybe I'm split My eyes are lit with fire I set to get myself out of this fit And him, strong arms around my frame tight Shoulder to shoulder or chest to chest He warms me up, he locks me up, safe and sound He warms me up, he locks me up, I'm calm. He warms me up, he locks me up, safe and sound, I'm happy now © 2013 Meghan |
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