She was like a storm
with no rain...
Just a tornado of destructive vocabulary.
Destroying every excuse
that I ever gave.
I was never a flood, never a river
of ill equipped reasons.
Sometimes I just slipped on my
own excuses.
I was the goldfish in her bowl
of life..
And I had the memory of,
yes darling ill do that.
But I shut the door and her wind
became a breeze that never
dried in my thoughts..
My memory was a goldfish
out of water only interested
In breathing.
But no matter what,she'll never
rain down.she'll just dry me off
and sometime I remember,
and kisses are rained down instead
of huricane vocabulary..
