No need to wonder,
Writing as unpredicable as when mother nature strikes,
Spelling it out very clearly line upon line.
Knowing that my ink will never make sense,
I am the Perfect storm
Here comes lightening and thunder.
Writing as unpredicable as when mother nature strikes,
Deadly and choatic as a tornado or a tsuanmi
I embody her might fury, yet i am not blind,
Spelling it out very clearly line upon line.
In my pen is the storm, aftermath, and rebirth
With my vibrant pen I set the atmosphere
Knowing that my ink will never make sense,
Because its not time to reveal all to the naked eye
For Perfect Storms always leave you in suspense!