Every heart's a hurricane,
Each soul a starlit sea,
Every mind's a meteor
Unbound by gravity,
And everybody's wishing
They could learn to tame their tides,
When nothing more than nature
Is what's echoing inside.
Every life's a lightning bolt,
Yet everyone's told no;
Bite back all your thunder
And don't let the wild things show.
Every heart's a hurricane,
Everyone a world within,
Every life too short for loathing
Any storms beneath your shin.
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
