Hurricane

She is an hurricane

One of nature’s beautiful storms.

Her dark , silent centre surrounded by chaos and hidden by clouds.

 

She is an hurricane , seems  so strong and tuff.

One mistake she made …

Growing storms in her head was laid.

 

 They never come close , never can she be touched.

Hiding away in her centre , guarded by deception and lust   

 

but just like any storm , it blows over for awhile

 leaving everything that came to close , perished and forgot.

 

She is a hurricane lost in the sun

She is a hurricane , troubled , she run 

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

The last line of the second stanza should read, "Growing storms in her head were laid' instead of "was laid" simply from a grammatical standpoint. Otherwise, this piece is purely beautifully written perfection.

[The Nude Writer]

I can feel the storm in this writing! Fantastic poem