I am drizzle and he is a hurricane.
He has a smile that lights up the dark
An energy that pleases the soul
Like a hurricane he goes
Destroying all darkness in his wake
And yet he's warm and soft on my skin
Like the tiny drops of drizzle
Replacing the unease with comfort
Leaving me behind to get intoxicated with his scent
And then I realised that with all the wreckage
My demons leave behind
He is drizzle and I am a hurricane.
Xx Tanny
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Enraptured
Puisi° poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, it takes origin from emotion collected in tranquility ° //William Wordsworth// highest rank: #93 in poetry on 28/10/2017
