The Storm

A storm is brewing in my heart. For years now I've been apart. From any sort of intimate connection. Where mind meets mind. Hearts entwine... pure perfection. A storm is brewing in my head. Because of all the things he's said. He's not afraid to read my mind. Especially when I seem unkind. A defence mechanism of mine. A storm is brewing in my soul. He's bringing flowers, so I'm told. Admits he seeks someone to care for. And be cared for in return. Perhaps it's not too late to run? A storm is brewing, where to turn? I've been so long now on my own. Is it doomed from the start? Will my armour fall apart? I'm scared of storms. 16/04/2016