Thunder...
When I look in the rain outside
I can only see my tears
I feel the thunder
through my heart and my soul
The lightning, which twitch in the sky
Remind me of life
The wet gras runs you through your fingers like the time
In the puddles I can see me.
I can see my dark side that lies dormant deep inside of me
I do not need an umbrella, because it would only be a protection against what has already hurt me.
If you lie dead on the ground, you don't have to protect yourself for longer...
storywriter am 09. Juni 13
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