Tornado

Falling in love with the wrong people is hard, but life is only showing you the light.

Tornado

Your words smelt like freshly cut grass, 

Your touch felt like stardust falling on my scars. 

I am a tornado in the dark,

You are a diamond with a beating heart. 

I wanted to show you the light - 

How lovely it could be..

The sky was in your eyes, 

But that view was not for me.

You were only a fleeting sight,

A thousand books in one line. 

Author's Note

Once again, I'm not 100% on grammar and punctuation, but I guess I focus more on feeling when I write. :)

Reviews

[wordman]

well even if this one wasn`t the one,you should have fun looking

[boobalajcushion]

Indeed! I think things happen for a reason and there is always good in a bad situation :)

[EJ's Horror]

"Your words smell like freshly cut grass" I found it's a good smell, but there are others who hate it.

[EJ's Horror]

To be honest, I'm struggling with a few metaphors, but I got others. If you want to give me a click and let me know how you feel about my work please let me know :)

[boobalajcushion]

Which ones are you struggling to interpret? Perhaps I can help out :)

[boobalajcushion]

Ah, I understand now. I have mentioned on a few of my poems that I write about my feelings, so to me, it really is the little things. The smell of grass makes me think of happy summers days that are carefree. It's personal, yet relatable to some! :)

[boobalajcushion]

It's like a virgin listening to rap and saying, "What, I don't f*ck b*tches?" The shoe wont fit everyone, but it is something that makes me feel all warm and happy. When I have time after work, I'll have a look at yours too. Thank you for the comments x

[EJ's Horror]

So positive, of course you are right, shoes don't fit everyone, but I like your work :)

[Gee]

But when you find your true love life is the most beautiful thing, mire than you ever dared dream of. Mind you, you poor women have to snog a few frogs on the way to finding your Prince, can be fun though I suppose.
Again enjoyed the read