The Storm Poem by alex manson

the storm came slow
there is blood on my hands
i didnt know
you wouldnt understand.
the rain began to pour
i held your heart
it beat with life no more
i see the agony start.
if i fell in love with you
would it hurt, would it be a waste
the rain is through
the storm makes haste.
your hearts former beats
were the loud thunder
bloody rain sprinkles the afternoon heat
lightening strikes and im taken under.
after the storms wrath
i took your heart and replaced it with my own
i chose a new path
i no longer walk alone.