Loving A Storm

by Shannon, age 15, from US

Before I would have wrote something
Quite different from this
About the ways you're like a king
And seal it with a kiss

I wonder why you're mean and crude
And treat me like a fool
And how you make it understood
That you are utterly cool

What did I ever do to make
You call me all those names?
I gave myself into mistake
My lust I shall reclame

Now I'll be known as Stupid Girl
The one who fell too fast
I wish I could just fly away
On carpets made of glass

I weep, I weep because I know
It hurts to love a storm
And one who's heart is made of snow
Is worse when mine is warm