Treasure Island

B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

Bracing For Storms


Where do you stay
In the blizzards our winter brings?
We do share them together
I want to know how you feel

I'll be waiting you
Bracing for your storm
I hope you're bracing for mine
I'm warning you now
It's been brewing for years

Where have you been all this time?
When I was still small
And perfect
My heart clean
I'm sorry it's not anymore

You've crawled so deep into my heart
I'm sure you can see his name
Etched deep into the walls

I didn't think it was possible
That I would ever love someone
Like I loved him
Possibly more than I loved him
Quite possibly

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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Written 08/16/2012

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