Your scent is like the air before a storm,
both sweet and foreboding.
Like a tempest you come into my life always so quickly
With rage and fury, filling my body with electricity.
But the analogy is complete for you exit just as fast.
Leaving me with the wreckage,
Yet somehow calmer and brighter then before.
I am always better for having survived you.
In a way it is always you that moves me forward,
forces me to adapt and grow.
I need you so that I may be continuously revived.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Your scent is like the air before a storm,
both sweet and foreboding.
Like a tempest you come into my life always so quickly
With rage and fury, filling my body with electricity.
But the analogy is complete for you exit just as fast.
Leaving me with the wreckage,
Yet somehow calmer and brighter then before.
I am always better for having survived you.
In a way it is always you that moves me forward,
forces me to adapt and grow.
I need you so that I may be continuously revived.
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