The Storm

And when we say goodbye, it feels for real
’cause I know in me now some things will change.
For this is what is called before the storm,
where all is peace and calm but not for long.
As I see dark clouds form across the sky,
reaching towards us both now far and wide.
As more and more gather in my full sight
turning the bright city from light to grey.
I know I have lost all reasons to stay.
Aided by lightning streaks and gusty winds,
watch me unleash the storm with full intent.
Let love and its remnants be blown away
and ripped apart from the very first start.
For I am cold and distant in my heart.

Lionel L
(1 Sep 09)

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