The thunder may have struck The waves may have roared But what difference did it make He was anyway far from the shore.

NoI won’tI promisedNot to cry andThat’s what I’ll doYou won’t hear from meThe way your words slashedLike a knife cutting my heart openI won’t give you the satisfaction you craveAs you clawed at my heart with spidery pincersI am strong as I laugh through the winds howlingI am unruly as you play peek-a-boo with my Read more…