11th Hour Storm
by
Riva Stevens
I can't watch the news and not think of you.
Not even the promos.
Not even the previews.
Sometimes missing you just comes on
Rolling in like clouds
No thunder
No rain
No lights
No warning
The day is dark
The night is lonely
11 o'clock coming on
But you're not coming home
Not even the promos.
Not even the previews.
Sometimes missing you just comes on
Rolling in like clouds
No thunder
No rain
No lights
No warning
The day is dark
The night is lonely
11 o'clock coming on
But you're not coming home
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Poetry.com 3.5 out of 5 based on 4 votes.
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LOVE IT
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good
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i dont really get the point....
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ok but a bit unsustantial, needs to be more achived
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