Hurricane
Fire eyed and restless gait
A bit too much of everything
Wild grin strangely big
And dances like a hurricane
He’ll shout the stories to the wind
Time won’t let you waste it
Smear happiness right in your face
Just to make you taste it
To know him is to love him
And from this you’re always crashing
You play the games he makes for you
He wins because you’re laughing
Copyright © Felice Bee | Year Posted 2017
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