More bad poetry

Jul 23, 2004 15:32

Twister

Passing time, we talk about the weather.
I only feel a hurricane inside this form.
Do you feel the wind blowing around you?
Because you are the eye in this storm.

So we spin around, twisters, dancing like lovers,
And I deny the truth, act like you never caught me.
But I see now that you are angry wind, thrashing.
Now I’m the one who’s spinning, twisting in agony.

Why did I ever chase you, twister?
Spinning so fast, I felt the air, I’d blister.
Only when I flew inside of you, that’s when I felt free.
If you didn’t want to take me, you should have missed me.
Now you’ve left me surrounded in ruin,
Twister touching down, then off into the sky again.

You’re the hurricane destroying me.
Broken trailer pieces of my shredded heart.
Taking part of me when you blow away.
Left in chaos, ripped, and torn apart.

Spinning in the possibility of you, I’m thrown.
You are just violent air, with no thought of what you take.
Crippled by what never was, but might have been.
Now you’ve destroyed everything, and I’m left in your wake.
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