Hail

Folder: 
2007

 

the way hail falls in novemeber
like little bullets in my soul
hard and harsh like contraband
now I know I've lost controll

and snow flakes on your window
are like ice within my mind
sweet and soft like lullabyes
five years of being blind

now hail falls in november
and our lies come to an end
real and raw like emotions
and I can no longer pretend

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"This is all I ever wanted
But life got in my way
You’re all I ever wanted
I didn’t see how it could change
That something was missing until today: Brian Melo

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