The Violinist

She plays her skin like a violin
Armed with a shiny metal bow
She moves back and forth,
Tone deaf as death

This music has no beauty to show
Passion is bled with no words said
For this song is just instrumental
And when the girl falls down without a sound
She can't make it to the recital

I am a…..

I am a hurricane

Out of control

Strong enough to take everything with me

Hot mixed with cold

To make mass destruction

 

I am a hurricane

Calm

Calm in the eye of the hurricane

Peaceful and happy

But not for long

 

I am a hurricane

With changing personalities

Never knowing who I will be

Or what I will do

I am a hurricane