Standard Posted by sirovye Posted on May 30, 2015 Posted under Uncategorized Comments Leave a comment She Was A Storm Her words are rain piddles on rooftops. Her heart pounds thunderous roars of passion While lightning leaks out of her finger tips. She struck me with her light hearted darkness. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related girlspoempoetryrainstormwriting Post navigation ← Roam With You Mean Substitution → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.