Like a hurricane
That's how I think he was trying to describe me
He came to dance in the calm ocean
For so long he enjoyed the cool water
Until it hit without warning
The hurricane
She
Her
Me
But he was a hurricane chaser
He always knew it was dangerous
But he enjoyed the thrill
I don't think he ever knew what he would do if the hurricane came
Washed everything away
Decimated his world
Sometimes I think it destroyed his life
The hurricane
She
Her
Me
Took everything away that he thought was safe
Left him homeless
Instill in him the greatest fear
For he knew that the hurricane wouldn't last for long
And when it was gone
What would become of him
I wish I could tell him that I am not like a hurricane
I am like water, yes
But here to destroy I am not
Then he would see - he would ovastand
What I truly come to do
But instead he sees me as the perfect storm
Full of drama - so random
All over the place
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