Storm Cloud

A distinct disconnect between the lightening and the cloud

Thunder echoes through the dark hills

Static stings in the air

A night so hot and humid

Stars hide behind a gray blanket

Pretending they don’t exist

The only thing that seems real to me

Is the fantasy of love’s kiss

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Blank Stare

The fire in his eyes dims into a faint memory

A darkness fogs his smile

A plagued love burns in his heart

There’s nothing I can do to fix this

I stand numb as I drop my ax

 

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