Natural Disaster Poem by Alyssa Ray

He holds my hand
Because he knows I'm afraid
Of ruining what we have
He tells me not to worry
Because nothing could ruin us
But I disagree
And tell him
That I'm a natural disater;
Prone to messing things up
And letting things go
He smiles
It's okay
Because I love my natural disaster;
You my love
I love you;
My hurricane with feet
And I don't care
If you are a hurricane
I just care
That I have you;
My natural disaster