Thunderstorms in the Summer

Original Poetry

Sometimes
You meet the right one
At the wrong time
And everything is perfect
And a destructive,
Like a thunder storm
In the summer.
Eventually
The carnage is too much
To repair,
And it’s best to leave things
That are already broken.

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