Hurricane
“I just feel it” is a lie I’ve told myself before & wishful thinking of those that came before-but you, YOU are something more, something exquisite! My god, what is it?
He is delicate, yet strong. I am guarded but not armed. There’s just something about his warmth. Drenched, weathered and wounded-wrapped in his arms Safe from the relentless swirling storm. His eyes are calm and earry all at once.
Knowing the worst is yet to come-Together we are prepared, together we are one. Rebuilding our realities, unraveled and undone. Baby, you are my one and only; and my only one.
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