I’ve dreamt of two hurricanes my entire life, storming my backyard every night.
I was a soulless person. The wind steered my way to those shores to obtain a soul.
I never found you. I'd been told that my eyes don't see real people.
I saw you inside my book of poems, my daydreams, and my secret desires.
I grew covering your paled walls, a shelter of roses. I hid your imperfection with my art, you wore my tones to tempt your unusual lovers.
I know, my oversight and my immaturity forced me to walk in a maze of self-deception.
I’ve dreamt of two hurricanes all my life and darling, you're not one of them.

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