The wind
As gentle as a lullaby, as polite and carefree as a butterfly
The wind that blows through your hair, playfully leaving you with a mouthful of hair.
The wind
As violent as a serial killer
Thrashes around, knocking down everything in his path
That wind, who would gently caress your face.
That wind
In a hopeless storm
A storm, that plundered with gallons apon gallons of rain
The storm that the wind would create
The wind would make the storm between us howl.
My wind
The wind that I've known since the beginning of time
The wind who is unpredictable
Could be as gentle as a soft, fluffy cloud
But could suddenly become, hurtful, violent, and hateful
Me and the wind
We cannot be separated
For as he has been there since forever
I shall continue to deal with his blows
For as I love him
I shall continue with his brutality
Because I love him.
