She said she was an untamed storm,
—a lost soul in an unending whirlwind.
Or maybe a mess.
Broken. Shattered. Falling.
She said she was a curse,
—a throb that would never let go.
Or maybe a sting.
A bite. A wound. A burn.
You tremble, you fear that
I’ll give up because
you are a chaos, and eventually
I can see that in you.
But then in a flick of my lips, I always knew.
Though my bones will crumble in pain,
I’ll embrace that storm in you.
Though my soul will bleed and cry,
I’ll kiss that curse goodbye.
Warm. Sweet. Gentle.
I always see you beautiful after the storm;
Tranquil after the pain.
And more than perfect
in my arms.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
She said she was an untamed storm,
—a lost soul in an unending whirlwind.
Or maybe a mess.
Broken. Shattered. Falling.
She said she was a curse,
—a throb that would never let go.
Or maybe a sting.
A bite. A wound. A burn.
You tremble, you fear that
I’ll give up because
you are a chaos, and eventually
I can see that in you.
But then in a flick of my lips, I always knew.
Though my bones will crumble in pain,
I’ll embrace that storm in you.
Though my soul will bleed and cry,
I’ll kiss that curse goodbye.
Warm. Sweet. Gentle.
I always see you beautiful after the storm;
Tranquil after the pain.
And more than perfect
in my arms.
