Her distance was like an overpass on a rainy day,
providing comfort and warmth.
Allowing slight exposure
to her storm.
You could only stand so close.
As the closer you got to her boundaries.
The more careful you’d have to become.
Fascination dares you to step out into the cold night.
Knowing that she’d either drag you under,
Or you’d be enchanted with the beauty her chaos brings.
– I would step out in a heartbeat, walking through her hurricane brings no fear to my mind. Not if reaching the eye of the storm, means she’ll be mine