nephilim56

SHE CALLS

The sky is screaming
At the sight of one heart
While her brown eyes weep
And blonde hair is held
By her tightened fingers
Not desiring to walk an aisle
That will put him out of reach
But never out of memory.

For circumstance had bridged
A gap between two lovers
Who had shared the deepest moments
Which is why the sky screams
And her brown eyes weep
Not desiring to walk an aisle
That will push him out of reach
But never out of memory.