her

Sep 24, 2014 22:55

In the darkness of the night,
she woke up to the sound of thunder roaring
her palms sweaty and heart racing.

"It's okay," a voice whispered,
and she looked over in the dark bliss
her hands wrapping around the only comfort that there was.

For it had always been this way,
without anyone else
the only person she had was herself.

- (i.h)

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