MY HURRICANE
you were the soft patter
of rain on the cracked sidewalk
as people sped through the rain,
keeping their chatter.
holding their umbrellas tightly,
just to make it throughout the day.
you were the reason i sung so softly,
on days where i felt like like it was time to breakaway.
never did i think my rain
would be the reason my feelings sway,
and would become my hurricane,
and end up taking my safety away.
YOU ARE READING
matcha|poetry
Poetrya lot of this is from when i was sad. but im not as sad anymore.
