Flying around in a hurricane,
Sandy always hated me.
Never so this much, it's just my luck. How could this be?
Katrina called yesterday off tomorrow.
She took my logic to borrow.
I still sit in my sorrows wondering:
How could you leave me?
I watch you fall and stumble with her,
Then lean on me.
You're not very secure..
But you seemed so assertive.
The shoe is always too big or small,
They thought it was a perfect fit,
But last night you threw a fit,
And called it off
Because I was too intuitive.
I guess I was too into it.
Georges said maybe a little too intimate.
Marilyn said you were a little too masochistic.
I brushed it off thinking the hell with it.
You see,
I've always been in love with hurricanes,
But never hurricanes in love with me.
I always fly instead of being swept off my feet.
And it's sad how I still wait for you,
Hoping you, wishing you would see,
The light shining in my eyes,
I always get caught in the eye.
Because the thought of you
Is what keeps me.
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The Fifth Dimension
PoetryTraveling to a dimension beyond visible to the human eye where misfits reside, where your imagination comes to life, and a whole new perspective takes place.
