Storm Cloud

As I sit in my favorite seat

Leaning forward with my face in my hands

Surrounded by the mental scene of thunder crackling over my head

The soothing sound of rain morphs into this

Screeching sound of screaming winds

Blowing in all directions with insulting words blended in

In my mind I thought this stormy woman was my friend

Better than friends

There have been times where we were walking along the street holding hands

She has often introduced me to her girls as her man

We have dined out and got sexy in the park

Or got sexy in the bed on the days we dined in

But its not like that now

I feel so stupid cause I don't know how

We come to the point where we just ignore each others emotions

Confident that our direction was coasting

I guess I was wrong

She has changed the channel

She is singing a new song

My mind is cluttered

I really have no response

My thoughts a flooded

Cause the storms not calm

But I’m a be mature and bite my tongue

Until a phrase of hate forbids me from moving on

“Now hold on I have sat here with open ears took all of you accusations with humbled strength

You have spoken your mind

Where your word burned into my heart like lime

I cant take no more I need you to listen this time”

As I began to speak I can see the storm settling into showers

don't know how long its going to be

This episode can go for a couple of hours

I want a little sunshine so I began my mission with

“I love you please don't take that away

I think about you every minute of everyday

We have went through worse and came out victorious

So why allow minor situations to frustrate both of us

To tell you the truth I don't know what the problem is

You spit out ten different dates with ten different occasions

In order for me to keep track I would have to create a list

Plus I feel deceived for I believed we were doing fine

You held on to these obstacles allowing you winds to enter twine

Creating a hurricane

Destroying a foundation we made”

As I eased towards this possible environmental alarm

Reaching out to touch a cloud

Not really aloud

Sending a message “baby I mean no harm”

Witnessing the showers change into drizzles

While wiping the rain from the face of the sun

I can see that a stormy night has passed

And a new day has begun