Her Moods Are Volatile Announcements - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Her moods are like ever changing rain clouds
Some days I just want to float with her
And whatever enshrouds, I'm happy inside
Drifting over oceans and deserts bestir …
And not spill a drop of blood not a residue a tear
Some day's I'm happy for her to chauffeur.
But her moods are like volatile announcements
Some days there's a dark thunder inside
That disembowels and leaves no place to hide
Her disappointments they're tearfully exemplified
Her emotions are lightning bolts electrified
When, a storm must give-up being soundless.
It's then, its then I want to run
And take cover and shelter…
Ooh, it's then I feel the cold. Ooh, its then, its then,
It's then I wonder will the sun ever shine again…
Oh, her moods are like ever changing rain clouds
Yes, the subject is sore; at times it's a game of volleyball
But that only makes me want to love her more.
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