My tornado spun far too fast,
And left nothing in it's path
My tornado spun too fast,
A spell on you it has cast.
Endless thoughts of despair,
Feelings that the world don't care.
Tears are shed from pain we share.
For what is left when no one's there?
You stand alone there on the side,
While i find a corner to hide.
Once again we fall from skies,
Where my tornado spun us up too high.
It's twisted ways took the world,
Reality with is as it swirled
I sit here, unsure of what to do.
I love you, but I hurt you.
Alas my dear,
Everything is as I fear.
I don't know how to help you,
for I do not have a clue.
I was unsure of the second line if it should be "and left nothing in its path" or "leaving nothing in its path" -.-
second poem. this one feels slightly off i will admit but i like it. I plan to start carrying a book or notepad around with me, because this was inspired yesterday but i only wrote it this morning :)
also i would respect nothing said about the "don't" used. i understand it may sound terrible to you. but this is personal and there are only certain ways to say certain things. :)