she's like a hurricane miles from striking land
determined to destroy
even if she knows she'll get weaker by the minute.
her words and actions can move mountains
and shake them down
just like an earthquake in disguise.
she can create and extinguishe wild fires by herself
she's part of life and death itself
she's destruction waiting to happen
but pretty, oh so pretty.
-my best friend
YOU ARE READING
for every night i have missed you
Poesiaa small collection of poetry written on my darkest and longest days and nights.