Saturday, August 22, 2009

Hurricane Season

Though you've never been mine,
you come into my life at unexpected times
and destroy the wall I have built around me.
And after I gather the remains up,
you send your friends after me,
to knock down what you couldn't.
I prepare for the next strike,
I gather my things,
and leave my home behind.
I don't know what the future holds for me,
but with you in the back of my mind,
your love will last through hurricane seasons.

1 comment:

  1. I don't know if the dude/chick in the poem has nay love to last through hurricane season...but I like it.

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