Hurricane
Her love was a tropical hurricane
Drowning the souls who fell victim
The wind would pick up at the smell of rain
She never quite knew how to pick em
She loved those lost and those in hiding
She cared when the world gave up
No factors played part, in her, deciding
No such phrase as “enough is enough”
Her gift was her unconditional love
Her curse was her understanding
A consistent, gravitational tug
Attracting those, most demanding
A rubber ball, she bounced about
Not picky, but sticky as glue
Each soul she touched, a love would sprout
Always trapped, in another’s shoes
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