That awfully , gorgeous storm
Do you think it was real? As in, true and pure?
I think it was, I think it was more real than most things in life.
Maybe that is why our love wasn't blinding, or something we gently slipped into.
We just happened, all at once and most definitely breathtaking.
As you defined yourself as a loner, I always saw you as something I would rather call a storm: Gorgeous from a far distance, terrifying when getting too close but damn mind-blowing when you got to the core.
Poetry by N. K
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