It's girls like her
That make them name
Hurricanes after people.
She rolled in out of no where,
And we were all caught
In her rain,
Unable to know
The devastation to come.
It's girls like her
That make forest fires
Look like birthday candles.
She tricked me into being happy
While she burned down
Everything I cared about.
It's girls like her
That make earthquakes
Look like a massage chair.
Because she turns and
Smiles at me,
And my world is shaken
Beyond recognition.
It's girls like her
That make quicksand
Look merciful.
Because it's so fast in
Comparison to her.
Quicksand kills you
By tricking you into
Drowning.
But she…
She will drown you in
Her rain
Without you knowing
You're even getting wet.
It's girls like her
That make tornadoes jealous
Because she blew into my life,
And caused so much more damage
Than anyone could
Begin to repair.
It's girls like her
That give natural disasters
A good name.
Because nothing compares
To her devastating charm.
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