Poetry

 
I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life
You came in like a storm
Dark at first
Full of energy
Exciting and new
This lasted for only a little while
For u soon became dark
Mean and standoffish
For what felt like forever
We were at odds
Yet we were not
It took eternity for the
Calm to come
Peacetime arrived
And all was good
However; this small peace
Proved not to last
For soon the darkness came
Once again
And once again the damage was done
And all that was left
Was the little house on the hill
Strong enough to face the darkness
But hurt and somewhat empty by
The storms leaving
For its outer walls may have been strong
Against the storms forces
But inside the house is where the true
Damage was done
And can be found