Lightning
His love was a strike;
a beam; a glimpse of light
amidst pitch black skies
and I was a fool to not see
that behind such scene
is nothing but lightning—
beautiful yet devastating;
endearing yet chaotic;
a nightmare, not a dream
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
