*If people were rain,
I was drizzle,
and she was a hurricane."*
Maybe I am one, a hurricane.
Inside I crave the peace and serenity
Granted to mid-morning drizzles
Falling gently on side walks,
But I cannot calm my dark,
Repetitive, abrasive thoughts enough
To bring in and accept my
Yearning for some quiet.
I can never stay anywhere,
With anyone,
For too long.
"I need to go. I need to get out of here."
But, with you,
I forget time.
I feel open and vulnerable.
I just want to stop it all,
And just be happy.
Is that alright?
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
*If people were rain,
I was drizzle,
and she was a hurricane."*
Maybe I am one, a hurricane.
Inside I crave the peace and serenity
Granted to mid-morning drizzles
Falling gently on side walks,
But I cannot calm my dark,
Repetitive, abrasive thoughts enough
To bring in and accept my
Yearning for some quiet.
I can never stay anywhere,
With anyone,
For too long.
"I need to go. I need to get out of here."
But, with you,
I forget time.
I feel open and vulnerable.
I just want to stop it all,
And just be happy.
Is that alright?
