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Most people look like they wouldn’t survive a storm. They are flimsy, Full of half-truths and half-meanings, Half-substance that will surely wash away in a good downpour. I am always spilling raindrops, Thus I am dangerous to the masses. It was snowing the night I felt myself Slipping And looking at you truly for the first time— Not a blizzard, Just a gentle dusting, Flakes drifting lazily in the excitable wind— And I assumed that you, Like everyone else, Were just dazzled by dreamlike sparkle, But would flee when the real storm came. Your presence was a comfort, So for weeks I played weatherman, Tried to hold back inclement weather Lest I wake to find you gone. But Nature is inevitable, So I found hurricanes for days. I’d been painting Love On my lips since pre-school, But you were the first to press it there And make it stick. You were the first to see the storm gathering And stay until the clouds cleared, Though my ears were mad with thunder And my limbs were sparking lightning And all my world was dark and cloud and sheets of pouring rain. Slick with raindrops, You pushed the bangs out of my eyes And said that all was well.
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Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
On Your Unexpected Behavior in a Downpour
Most people look like they wouldn’t survive a storm. They are flimsy, Full of half-truths and half-meanings, Half-substance that will surely wash away in a good downpour. I am always spilling raindrops, Thus I am dangerous to the masses. It was snowing the night I felt myself Slipping And looking at you truly for the first time— Not a blizzard, Just a gentle dusting, Flakes drifting lazily in the excitable wind— And I assumed that you, Like everyone else, Were just dazzled by dreamlike sparkle, But would flee when the real storm came. Your presence was a comfort, So for weeks I played weatherman, Tried to hold back inclement weather Lest I wake to find you gone. But Nature is inevitable, So I found hurricanes for days. I’d been painting Love On my lips since pre-school, But you were the first to press it there And make it stick. You were the first to see the storm gathering And stay until the clouds cleared, Though my ears were mad with thunder And my limbs were sparking lightning And all my world was dark and cloud and sheets of pouring rain. Slick with raindrops, You pushed the bangs out of my eyes And said that all was well.
Written 7/8/12
kassiani
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kassiani
32/F/American
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
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