Hurricanes damage everything
That's in their path.
They leave behind a mess
That takes so long to clean.
I should have moved out of the way,
The moment you looked at me.
You crashed yourself upon me with
A speed I've never known.
Pieces of my heart scattered everywhere,
And still you're not done.
I constantly deal with your storm,
And all the damage it can do.
Oh, but you're such a beautiful disaster
They should have named one after you.
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