I loved him.
He was the wind gently blowing through the tree giving me peace.
Yet I never thought of how the wind could be one with the storm.
Everything seemed for a while to be at peace,
with the wind gently making ripples across the pond.
But here the storm was coming as the wind rose throwing everything and up rooting trees
I was running and panting trying to escpace the troubled sky before the worse came,
because I knew all to well when the skies were darkening
the storm would have no mercy,
not even for me the person he once claimed to love.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
