The Storm Poetry

My mind drifts away while staring at a beautiful storm thats headed my way.
Thunder trashes into the ground and earth stumbles up everywhere around.
The dark clouds come closer but I have no fear because I know you are there somewhere my dear.
I write with pen and never erase because I know that when I hesitate it is a faze.
My hair blowing in circles and above but it's not a thing that matters to me because I felt true love.
It felt so real as the rain touches my face but I'm not scared of the cold wind that comes for my embrace.
I shall remain and hold tight to the knowledge I bare for someday I might be able to share.
as the blizzard runs towards me to hit me I hold my hand in front of me and say stop.. leave me be.
the clouds turn away and the sky turns pink. As I sit down and hold my head in my hands and start to think.
A warm touch fly's over my shoulder and a sweet scent that never gets older flashes by.
I close my eyes and listen to the breeze whispering your name and at that point I come at ease.

You complete me


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