Sweet words,
like fruit,
falling from your tongue.
Everyone of them
I believe and listen to.
Time is gone,
wasn’t sure of you,
still you stood there.
Waiting for the storm
to pass, to calm down.
For me to be safe,
so you could build up the thunder,
fill me up with rage.
You only know those sweet words,
clinging on to your own storm.

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