sexydeltagirl
04-25-06, 08:17 PM
The weatherman predicted a storm...
But I don't think he meant it would only appear in my bedroom....
We created thunder with our words...
Our shouts could have broken glass....
I'm not a B!tch, but that's what you called me...
So I'd must have purposely said something to make you mad...
You inched closer to me, and like evacuees ....
I tried to place myself away from your wrath...
And even though my words were razor sharp...
Like flying debris from a house being torn apart...
I wanted to reach out to you...hold you
Like a family sitting in the basement waiting for the storm to pass...
And just like mother nature, always so unpredictable...
You laughed...
Not a laugh of enjoyment but of utter fustration...
My nickname should be global warming...
But I don't think he meant it would only appear in my bedroom....
We created thunder with our words...
Our shouts could have broken glass....
I'm not a B!tch, but that's what you called me...
So I'd must have purposely said something to make you mad...
You inched closer to me, and like evacuees ....
I tried to place myself away from your wrath...
And even though my words were razor sharp...
Like flying debris from a house being torn apart...
I wanted to reach out to you...hold you
Like a family sitting in the basement waiting for the storm to pass...
And just like mother nature, always so unpredictable...
You laughed...
Not a laugh of enjoyment but of utter fustration...
My nickname should be global warming...