Friday, November 6, 2015


Have you ever met a storm?
I have.
A storm is a kind of person that will take you least expect it.
You don't see it,
I didn't see it.
You don't see it until it nearly blows you away.

She was dressed in winds and hurricanes,
her hair adorned with clouds.
She was beautiful,
God, she was.
You leave her behind because you aren't strong enough to hold her heart.
I know I left her behind.
I will be back for you. I promise.

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