PaytonNichole
She saw him from across the room; that boy she had lost so many years ago. Her mind was flooded with memories of him. The way he smelled, talked, walked, the way he would brush the hair out of her eyes. A wistful smile fluttered across her lips as she made her way towards him. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a tall, beautiful blonde loop her arm through his. She saw her kiss his cheek and she knew, she knew he had moved on. She turned away, heartbroken.
I am not steady,
I am not the constant pounding of waves on the shore,
I am the scattered thunderstorms
making their way through the mid-west.
I am not steady,
I am not the unwavering tick of a clock,
but the unpredictable tornadoes
ripping down towns of Kansas.
I am not steady.
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