The storm

As the lightning strikes
My mind tends to wander
How something so beautiful
Can be followed by thunder

At first it’s beautiful
Then destructive
It’s a lot like relationships
That fail at their most perpetual moments

As it is covered by clouds
The light breaks through
Then the screaming of torture
Seems to engulf the view

As a heart is deceived
It seems to harden and blacken
Until finally it reaches its limit
And starts to scream for attention