I said you were a storm,
because I didn't know when you would appear,
blow over,
surge,
attack,
Give me something to believe in.
I wish I was a weatherman,
So I could figure you out.
I wanted to know you better,
Grow with you
Dance in the rain with you.
But as I hear nothing
Not a whisper
or a hint of you anywhere
I wonder...
Are you the storm that passed me by?
YOU ARE READING
My Song
PoetryPoems that help me cope through the thing we call life. if you like them, enjoy. they're here if you need them
