This & That

I loved you like I love thunders ,

Something about the loudness, contrary to my silence

But I think I forgot the destruction which thunder and stroma can lead to

Simillar to the mess you left me in

But once you weren't there, I could see

That unlike thunder , you weren't for me

And I'm trying to heal , trying to conceal

And slowly even thunders don't remind me of you

I think one day , you'd be the right kind of thunder for someone,

But for me you were more of a Strom whoes aftermath I'm still battling with

But like I said , slowly your thought doesn't pain

And the mess that you left seems to be something I can deal with

I'm 18 and I love reading (majorly fiction) and I somewhat write .