She is the wind
She is strong and steady
Ever changing, going wth the flow
She is fast approaching yet calm
Until the thunder strikes
And the lightning roars
The rain will pour and she will rub it in your face
She will never be yours
She cannot be captured

She is the wind
She is forever there, yet you will never see her face
She is resilient, defiant and thick with the scent of fresh cut grass and a mans tears

She is fear
She is strength
She is surrounding
She is everything you dream
She is all encompassing to the extreme

She is the wind* and she's beautiful to see
More beautiful than I can describe in poetry
Her mind is racing with no ultimate goal

She is the wind and she will steal your soul
When the dust settles and the storm moves on
She will lose control
No one can know where she'll go

She is the wind
Fear her mind and beauty
She is pure poetry
Flowing along naturally


*She is me

Is it always going to be this way?
a place to cry
to hit
to cuddle
Destined, here i will sit
to watch your life
turn into a puddle

to let you make mistakes
and listen every time
to every scorn
every heartache
every mistake
every crime

i cant complain
i share in the happiness too
but only from the sidelines
and i'm happy for you too
its okay that you only need me to rest your head
and its okay the one you truly miss
is usually just your bed.

ill always be here
patiently waiting for you
to come on home
and lie with me through
every coming day
that is to unfold
because that's all i really need
someone (a head? a heart?) to hold.

But if one day you decide you care enough to ask
yeah
i guess it does hurt
that you think of me last
but its alright
come now
rest your head
ill keep wishing that some day
you'll cry over me
instead.