Your words are like cold air
That slither through my chair.
My heart is like hot air
That sweeps through my hair.
They meet and collide.
They wrestle
As long as they bide
Inside this terrible hole.
It's a hurricane!
It's coming
Like a man with his cane
That kept on swaying.
Even if I tried to avoid it,
I just can't.
Even if you tried to prevent it,
You just can't.
Cause this is too late
To escape this fate.
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A/N: Another poem written long ago. I revised some of the words to make it look good. It happened to be that this poem was comparable to poems "Limping Fear" and "The Cycle of Clouds" from Melancholy Rain by pointlesstequila. If any of you likes rain, you should read her poems. Like this poem? Comment, vote, and share. Over and out.
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