the good, the bad and maybe poems? + Quotes

The boy in the wind

He was always messy,
His hair like a hedgehog
Not everyone would see
But they knew where he had been
Leaving chaos as he passed
Destruction was his name
His words tumbled our fast
Speeches billowing through the room
Not bothering who he's pushing
His posture held power
They never knew what hit them
Leaving strangers speechless
His expression wild and fierce
His eyes cold as ice

A boy called storm.

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I don't really like this one...