Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time,

He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,

For a moment it seemed to be okay, the calm before the storm,

I wish I would have listened now, for so many times I had been warned,

At first he was kind, the weather was fair, but then the rain began to fall,

From my eyes the tears poured down, he stood there, a grey cloud, dark and tall,

My world turned black and cold, his every action rattling my body, his lightning continuously striking me,

I wanted blue sky but his powerful winds pushed me down, of this awful thunderstorm I thought I’d never be free,

His words boomed like thunder and struck me in the heart,

One person who can create a constant downpour of negative emotion?

Now that’s some form of twisted art

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