She was never fond of thunder
Loved lightning only from a far distance
Yet he was like both thunder and lightning.
Strong and poignant
Reckless and sure
His love became her cure.
Only one thing would light up her heart.
It had been him right from the start.
More passionate than tame
He was the fire to her flame.
Inhibited with him she’d be
Even giving up her chance to be free.
It was him and her
The ultimate “we”,
Until that summer late January.
He was on his way to work
He cut his wrist, the blood started to squirt.
He had played with his knife on many of days,
Maybe he shouldn’t of drifted in the way
The semi didn’t see him in time
He lost control and then jack knifed.
The impact was hard as stone
From the lips of a cop, she was suddenly alone.
No more thunder,
No lighting bolts asunder
She couldn’t find her own strength anymore,
Instead she just collapsed upon the floor.
She lost her heart and then her life
If only, he hadn’t opened his knife!
MwsR ❤
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