Storm Clouds
I played your song all the way home,
the sky looked down and bellowed;
Two twin flames ripped apart,
a perfect night ravaged by the clock;
The sky looked down and bellowed;
Memories are rooted in divine timing;
A perfect night ravaged by the clock,
storm clouds exploded as we released;
Memories are rooted in divine timing,
two twin flames ripped apart;
Storm clouds exploded as we released,
I played your song all the way home.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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