The Perfect Storm
His love was a ship in a bottle
He was constantly trying to pour out
But the cork was made of his hubris
And the dry spell turned into a drought
Her love was a wind of change
Blowing only for herself
And when she was granted three wishes
They all were to be someone else
His head was cloudy but his eyes were calm
Her hands were cold but her arms were warm
And you could smell upon the air
The beginnings of the storm
The wind was strong and fierce
And stung them with rain and hail
But it also turned their course
And breathed new life into their sail
Now the water’s getting choppy
And the ship has gone astray
But sometimes you have to get lost
So you can find your way
Her pull was inescapable like Charybdis’ jaws
But mirror mirror on the wall only points out all her flaws
She wants to feed him but he’s choking
And he can’t fix her because she won't admit she’s broken
His halcyonic demeanor turned into a full maelstrom
And the tempest blew their ship past the point it could not return from
The ship was tossed to and fro from the gale the storm brewed up
The highs and lows of the pressure not to be the one who screwed up
The ship went round and round
And then began to spin
And they capsized from all the lies
That they’ve been living in
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