We were the perfect storm,
So naturally, people ask
What happened?
And I tell them,
I ask myself the same thing every day.
But, in truth,
We grew apart, only arising
In the rain together.
But even then
Were we seperated;
Severing our hearts forever.
So what happened, you ask?
I was lightning and
He was thunder,
But our timing was always,
Slightly, off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your writing, Shelby