This is definately not romantic

I write furiously

How can he hold me up like this?

How can he be so cowardly?

 

He steps but leaves no footprints

He drifts but leaves no trails

He speaks but makes no noises

He's drizzle 

I am hail

 

This isn't a love poem

More like an angry rant

Never give your heart away

has become my daily chant

 

He succeeds but no one cheers

He cries but shows no pain

He isn't proud so no one sees him

He is drizzle

I'm a hurricane

 

I can cry when i am happy

an I can laugh when I am sad

But I can't tell what he feels

and he acts like thats not bad.

 

When I step, people follow

When I drift, I make a path

When I speak, the birds stop singing

I am a natural disaster 

feel my wrath

 

When I succeed, people notice

When I cry, the world feels pain

I am proud, so people see me

I am far more than drizzle

I am a hurricane.