Your voice is a thunderstorm
More often than not.
A rumble, approaching a roar.
All I can do is quake and avoid your eyes
As the thunder shakes my foundation,
Reverberates through my bones.
When your face goes cold like that I know
What’s coming
A rainstorm of my own tears,
Threatening to drown me
As you pull me down.
Why can’t you use your thunderstorm
Of a voice
To praise me
Once in a while?
Why does it always have to
Be more anger
Than sweetness
When it comes to you?
© 2020 Leona Petrovic
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Beautiful! 🌸
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Thank you!
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A little sweetness would be very nice indeed. Beautifully written.
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Thank you 🙂
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Great post! This poem reminds me of narcissistic abusers.
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Yeah, they truly are the people who don’t have any sweetness or love left in them.
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I can feel the words in your post. Wonderfully written
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Thank you so much!
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