Like Thunder She Struck Like Thunder She Left

Like thunder she struck,
Like thunder she left,
In a blooming summer bastion I settled,
but every bloom dies with summer,
it holds on...
and holds on...
but its not enough,
all leaves fall,
all blooming bastions become barren and wither and die,
and all light leaves,
in the colossal coming of winter's heart,
she left me...

Just another chapter in my channel of ventilation. More to come.  This one came pretty easily as I wrote it in the midst of my emotions.  The summer falling before winter in the autumn interlude thing was inspired by my drive home from last seeing her.  There was a ridiculous amount of leaves that had fallen in the road behind the church, where I had not noticed before.  Awfully suitable, but also beautifully suitable.

I was expecting to be burnt by Thunder.  After all...it is dangerous to play with thunder. You get burnt all throughout your body.

One of the big things in all of this is the irony of the situation.  I was so unsure about entering this relationship because I wasn't sure if I would come to like her due to our differences.  This made me extremely scared that I would hurt her and get bored of her.  The complete opposite happened.  WHAT was I thinking? Thunder doesn't follow you.  It's a force of nature, you follow it, and hope you can keep up with it. The only thing that could have ever happened was for HER to get bored of me. Irony born out of ignorance.

More to come in the future I think, but I'm tired. Goodbye my creative channel.