To the eighth wonder
From the seven seas
Across the sky I ponder
brings back memories
The wind brings your taste
Drifts pass my nose
Leaves me with such haste
The heinous storm grows.
Love is a hurricane
whirlwind of emotion and lust
Then comes the pain
Followed by mistrust.
Communication is dead
Alone my bed feels bigger
Things always left unsaid
I couldn't feel any less sicker