Thunderstorm Ptsd
Hot air seems restless;
Staring at portent grey eyes
I can hear you growl:
Please don't open up;
I don't have an umbrella;
Your mood's a twister;
Bright is the sparkle
that always seems to calm me;
It peeks from behind;
I feel it coming,
an out of control downpour;
I can't outrun it;
Then all you did? Smile at me.
Thunderstorm P.T.S.D.
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