She is
What you would call a hurricane
A swirling tornado
She will come into your life
And leave you empty
You won't realize what hit you
Until it's too late
She is
The thunder storm racing through your life
Destroying all around you
Espesially what you love
Including herself
You won't realize what hit you
Until it's too late
She is
The drizzling rain on a grey Sunday afternoon
Slowly soaking up your happiness
She does not intend to be this way
She cannot change it
She didn't realize what hit her
Before it was too late
YOU ARE READING
Words from untold stories
PoesieThis book contains poems about stories from my life. Some are happy and some are not. "The best way to learn about a person, is by listening to the stories they don't tell" PLEASE NOTE: This book contains poems about self harm and depression Highest...
