There is a storm coming.
The kind of storm you just can’t prepare for.
You swift in with winds heavier than sins.
It’s 12 o’clock noon but the sky shows 11 pm night.
I did only what I thought was right.
Not much for drama to fight this fight with you.
You were coming to break me down, and what I think you’re mad at is the fact that you couldn’t break me down 6 feet under.
If your life depends on me crying and admitting I am lost without you-
You won’t live long.
There’s a storm coming that my life was granted mercy to survive.
Maturity is shown when my response to your I hate you is I pray blessings over your life.
You’re not my storm to fight.-HonestlyFrank