The storm outside
Is nothing
Compared to your eyes
You glare
Hey! It's not my fault
Thunderous insults erupt from your
Beautiful mouth
And I want to kiss you
Not berate you
Or recieve your bitterness
Lightning fast is your toungue
Darting in your mouth around the sharp words that you form
I can't take this
You are mesmerizing
So shimmi your way on out of her
Because I might
Just give in to myself
I might kiss you
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