Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I'll never be that gentle breeze
On a warm summer's day
I'll never be the sun that shines
After the rain moves far away.

Baby, I'm a hurricane.

I'm the lightening in the dark
That smackd enemies to the ground
I'm the wind that can't be stopped
I'm the farthest, darkest deep
That most will never know

I'm an ancient, tired soul.

With more sadness than forever
And more truth than most can bear
A living, breathing conduit of  a force evolved from sum where other than here

I'll always be too much, I know
But damn, I'm worth the cost
I'm strong enough to stand alone
And I'm used to being lost

I'm the flower in the frost.
Please come help me quit being lost