You are my storm 

Flying high through fire spitting skies,

venomous rain burning my skin,

knowing that the past stops here,

and the futures in the wind,

swirling and howling

around my cloud,

sending lightning bolts

to my spirit,

Anger and aggression,

The only way I can express my distain,

For lost years, waste of my time,

For plastic happiness, and shallow smiles,

In the swirling wind i can feel passion fill my lungs again,

She like rain drops,

Soaking my heart again,

I have found  my storm again, she is love 


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