Storm

Storm

Lying alone in my bed,

thunder rolling in my head,

listening to the sound of the rain,

on my window pane.

With every drop, realise, I love you more.


Tossing and turning in my bed,

the wind howling through my head,

see a lonewolf standing at the gate.

Howling at the moon,

he feels the way I do,

lost my love to soon.

Sitting at the gate, while I lie alone in my bed,

with the storm in my head.

Copyright 2007LucilleVan DykZunckel