Began as a pesky tropical storm.
Upgraded to hurricane status.
Doesn't that figure?
Fickle female changes her mind.
Threating to wreak havoc.
Hasn't she done that already?
The heartache and heartbreak
of picking up the pieces,
of painfully starting over,
of learning to trust,
to do more than just exist.
Now a catagory four.
Making landfall early,
creeping in and stealing what
is not hers to take.
Toto.... we're not in
anymore... and she's not
talking about the weather.
Why does a simple name
seem like a slap in the face?
Do I have a right to be this
much of a bitch?
