A hurricane of thoughts,
The words fall down on me
Fast,
And they just keep coming,
Thousands of them.
A hurricane,
Unpredictable and wild,
Disturbing.
Destroying beautiful things,
Leaves a mess behind,
Damage that can't always be repaired.
It's like a hurricane,
Only just maybe
A little bit worse.
YOU ARE READING
When I lay here, at 3:54am
Poesía"I love to be awake at night, When no one else's awake, And it's quiet and there's peace. And I don't HAVE to, But I can, And I feel so free. It's beautiful at night, At night is where I want to be." ------
