Another Storm
She was like a hot hale storm, short and intense
Destructive
But they fell in love anyway
He knew the risk
In the mornings her pale green eyes betrayed their fire
He was as drifty as a winter puffy-snow shower
But they fell in love anyway
She thought that she knew
In the mornings his dark black eyes hid the blowing snow
She burned through him like a lit cigarette that had
Lost most of its tobacco
He drifted away
She raided another's town