His love was like the wind,
Strong and courageous,
But with the power to destroy.
My heart a willing victim,
To fall in love with the gusts of love,
How one day he'd be a drizzle,
The next; a tornado,
Ripping through my defence,
Powering through my walls,
Past my endless promises,
To never fall at all.
And me, being weak,
Like a wave that never makes the shore,
Let him take away the innocence,
His heart was yearning for.
And as that wind slowly tore me apart,
I remained that injudicious wave,
Too weak to repair my barriers,
Too broken to be saved.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
His love was like the wind,
Strong and courageous,
But with the power to destroy.
My heart a willing victim,
To fall in love with the gusts of love,
How one day he'd be a drizzle,
The next; a tornado,
Ripping through my defence,
Powering through my walls,
Past my endless promises,
To never fall at all.
And me, being weak,
Like a wave that never makes the shore,
Let him take away the innocence,
His heart was yearning for.
And as that wind slowly tore me apart,
I remained that injudicious wave,
Too weak to repair my barriers,
Too broken to be saved.
A poem about heartbreak and betrayal.
