Orphicallygenous

Tossing, turning, I can't help but feeling, This inner storm silently brewing. A mass of clouds filling my mind, But it's eyes in my heart, that will wreak havoc in time. Sturdy brick walls of mine have been destroyed by all; You see, it never transpired to me that you're a storm. But in this point that I love you so much, I've been romanticizing your aftermath- badly longing for more. As shadows of grey covered those used-to-be blues, I whimpered about us- on was and is Amidst the line of beatitude and woe I painted grays and blues into whites- Out of my solitude's tears. And you came like a whirlwind of misfortunes; When beforehand I've