Love Hurricane

When the rain starts,

the blood flows.

When the rain stops,

that’s when I’ll know.

See, our love is like a tropical storm,

feeding off the wind creating damage.

But after the storm has come and gone, 

That’s the beauty within.

No S.O.S.

No evacuation

This is our love hurricane,

That will not subside.

Because when the rain starts,

Our beating hearts flow.

And when the rain stops,

That’s when we’ll know.

I AM NOT REALLY HERE…