storms of emotions.................
Had a great weekend seeing the devils players!!I had a guilt feeling too makin a friend cried...but all well in the end.I hope she will be tough on that.Sweet little friend of mine...
came upon this...too late,a little bit too late is what the poem tellin!
The rain drops aren't from a cloud
They are falling from her deep hazel eyes
The thunder you hear at night isn't from the wheather outside
It's her heart breaking into little pieces with every sound
As it bedins to hail think of why it is hailing
And remember how many times you wew hard and cold towards her
Then realize you lost a great girl
But it is too late, the sun has come out
And that don't mean she's forgotten you
Or is giving you another chance
It simply means she want to forget the heartbreak
