she’s thunderstorms
and cold winds which leave goosebumps.
she’s as dark as the night sky
and as fair as the dawn.
she’s the ocean waves
and the tinge of salt in the air
she’s the song in the wee hours of the mind
and the birds of spring mornings.
she’s a dream yet to come
and a poem that will never be written
she’s the walk back in the rain
and the tobacco in my lungs.
she’s thunderstorms
she’s poison.
she’s the song,
and she’s thunderstorms.
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inspired by an 8tracks playlist – http://8tracks.com/okayobrien/she-s-thunderstorms
she’s thunderstorms
