The Poet in me is SCREAMING

A little collection of poems about the weather of my daily life

I wish you could understand the way I feel when I think about you.

The only way I can describe it is like thunder crashing,

And my very bones feel it,

And there’s a sudden ache that never really goes away.

I forever love and hate the thunder,

And I want to let it out, but I’m scared of what it might become.

I instead hide it within me,

Deeper and deeper,

Hoping that it becomes a part of me that makes me stronger…

But for now, all I feel is the ache.

 

She’s like a ray of sunshine

With beautiful red hair and eyes that are like a clear blue summer’s day.

I’m a thunderstorm,

With eyes that are ever changing and clouded by the rain that can never come.

You’re blinded by the light of the sun,

And I too can see her beauty,

But how can I live without the wind,

The wind that is you.

You dictate my movements,

How I form and what I am to be.

I am nothing without you but a mess of grey and unspilled rain.

She’s the sun in your world,

shining light everywhere,

bringing light to your existence.

I’m the moon,

A pale reflection of her in the daytime.

But at nighttime, I’m there,

Shining and showing the stars and the universe at its best.

I don’t want the sun to blind you,

But day and night each have their time.

I pray that mine comes before you sleep.