Chapter 4
•cruah poems•
•Crush poems•
Chapter 4
He is a sun-kissed hurricane
That I never saw coming.
That I never could,
That could level my cities
And never even try.
I am brought to my knees
By the way the air refuses to settle
When he leaves the room.
By the way,
Elements are born in his gaze.
By the way,
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing
Everything,
Every boy-city in his path,
He is green eyes and a massive storm
1,520 kilometers wide.
I am swept away.
A/n I saw this on tumblr I reAlly like it