hurricane

I can pick your sound

in a room full of noise,

force my feet to turn

 when I hear your voice,


I still see you from afar

 like a shining bright sun,

 but even icarus couldn't fly

 after his wings burned,


I despise your smile

 or dimples poking out,

 clenching my fists

 leting my chest pound,


do you search for me?

 when I turn my head away,

 if I look in your eyes

 maybe I'll want to stay,


shall I take a leap of faith?

 will you hold me this time?

maybe we're those ships

 that cross once in a while,


eternal are not people

 only stories remain,

 perhaps not in this life

 but I'll find you again,


if the fate persists

 we'll set it on flames,

 warm soaking into bones

 dance in a hurricane.






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