coup de foudre
learning to take a risk on him
was like learning to tame a
hurricane with a swirling eye;
growing in strength and speed.
getting caught in the storm,
added only to mystique,
building adrenaline, until -
gusty winds die, skies clear, and
i , damp with rainwater
analyze the path of the storm,
despising my role in it.
well, who could blame me?
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoesíaWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
