Bad Weather

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You roared in like a typhoon
a mad hurricane of love
your kisses hot as lightning
striking from above

your passion was a tempest
I was swept up in its force
blew my love-brella inside out
your storm knocked me off my course

now my thoughts are grey and cloudy
my eyes bring steady rain
my heart’s caught in a cold front
you’re bad weather — bringing pain

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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 

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