I used to believe you were the man
Who would gladly walk
In to the eye of a hurricane
To pull me out of any storm
We would weather it together.
But my love, you have let go
Of the ropes that have bound us together
To save yourself.
Now I am starting to think
That after all this time
Maybe I was the hurricane...
YOU ARE READING
neon starlight
Poetrythe post-midnight musings of a young modern romantic. *Disclaimer: the current cover art is not my own, the imagery was found on Pinterest and I was unable to find the original owner. While I did the titles, all rights go to the original artist.
