An internal Storm
Sitting with a pen in my hand and thought in my mind,
With a lil smile on my face and a feeling deep inside;
So, I hold up my pen, then write it all in a stride,
Letting each thought breathe, and live a moment of life;
People come closer they do grow apart,
Only reason are pent up feelings inside ,that initiated the start;
Start of those lil communications that lit the spark,
Until there was nothing left just a "craft";
A craft making unknown known, a craft of creating internal thunderstorms;
A craft of letting the other soul smile , a craft clearly describing what's hidden inside;
Playing in the world of poison and addictions,
From craze of smoke to beauty appreciation;
Some tend to be lost and some tend to find,
A vice of inner self, that was lost long long ago in emotional tides;
While the body fluids exchange,
A simple look in the eyes makes feeling escalate;
But I already told you a while ago "people come closer and some do grow apart"
Only sensation of memories remain, that initiated the start;

Wow..just wow..!!
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