her...(perfect storm version 2)

she began as a drizzle at first
then she began to see my world
and everything that mattered to her
began to matter to me, she twirled
that the world not so shy
was a thunder storm
and that that light drizzle i saw was long gone
but i've always been drawn
to storms
and hence i was drawn to her
i fell in love with her for
she brought out the lifeib
this lifeless desert, thats not a sin
so i fell in love
and it stopped
time for me but storms are rare
just cause i care
about her doesn't mean i don't get hurt
and during those short
time that that storm meets desert
it creates life, of course they stay in touch
but during short time they dance in such
a way that it just seems beautifull
that's why she is a perfect storm
-yakaa: jujaa
#promise
#pinch_of_hope(i didn't fell for her but i was close. 😉)

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