Who I Think He Is (Poem #43)

(From the eyes of someone who has been watching him shine)

He is a raging storm
with a name that has made hearts skip its usual beat

his name, on some girl’s lips
sometimes sounded like the yearning to be his
or the sound of “that should have been me”

to some, it sounded like poison
but as for me,
it has always sounded like home

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Eva Harmoni

There was one night when the rain poured so hard, and i didn't want it to stop. Weird, because i was afraid and amused by the sound of the rain and thunder. The sound of it made me less alone that night. The next day i woke up to find my collection of journals soaked. I keep it near the window to make sure no one could read it. The writings can still be read but i was devastated by the damage. I wanted it preserved but i don't want it published. Still amused by the rain but afraid of the wrath it could bring to my journals, i created this blog.

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