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Hurricane

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Invoking

Published: May 22, 2012

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I don't really know
How all of this came to be
When I already know
She can do better than me

I feel like she's the desert
And whenever I hold her hand
I realize that makes me
Nothing more than a grain of sand

I can't help but ask myself
How is it that she's with me?
I'm just a mess when I'm alone
And I'm fucking up constantly

She's amazing...
In every way, shape, and form
Like the calm of the night
Or like the eye of a storm

(And if that storm were to break...)

I always have the thought
That if people were rain
l would be just a drop
And she'd be the hurricane...

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NoOneKnowsWhereToGo

Jan 27, 2013

I think that this is my favorite poem :3 Whenever I like someone and they like me in that way I feel like that, but you put it into such beautiful words... ^^

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