she's like a tornado,
fierce and destructive.
and i might be a hurricane,
but she leaves me speechless.
she can tear my walls down
with a single word,
and i tried to put up my walls,
but she's so powerful
and it's too late.
because i let her get too close,
and now i am ruined.
i know i should run and hide,
because even hurricanes
cannot withstand a tornado
as destructive as her.
but i can't look away
because she's a force of nature.
the pleasure's worth the pain.
i don't care if i survive
as long as she crashes into me again.
YOU ARE READING
Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
