The tornado that passed through my house,
I named it Lady L.
She stole all of my belongings,
And has made my life hell.
She took it all away.
My emotions, my sense of being, and identity,
Why couldn’t she just stay?
She flew by without a proper goodbye
She was here for what seemed like forever,
My thoughts in my mind, along with the storm, died.
The tornado that passed through my house,
I named it Lady L.
Maybe it was by luck I happened upon this storm?
Or was it love, that is making my life hell?
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