Photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin
Your love has always been a tornado
and my heart a trailer park in it's path.
Its an arduous journey going down,
like straight whiskey with no glass.
Somehow I keep holding on
like a careless scarf caught on barbed wire.
I am waiting to be rescued from the smoke
but you are running from the fire.
Yet, somehow through the wreckage,
I still have something left to hold you close to me.
My heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere
waiting for your love to take a seat.
Yes, my heart has always been a trailer park,
and your love a tornado on it's way.
It is an arduous journey going down,
like a plate of eaten jalapenos the following day.