The winds grow stronger, the days grow longer,

And everyone around is disappearing.

Only black skies, and pain and lies,

Are in sight, at the end of this clearing.

I try as I might, but nothing goes right,

Whatever I touch, turns and leaves.

You can't trust me, only make an enemy,

As whoever's a friend, I decieve.

The pain goes around, it pulses through the ground,

And hits everyone that I meet.

It's not that I'm tormented, nor even demented.

Maybe it's the build up of heat.

They fall at my touch, they daren't even look,

When I decide to change my ways.

I guess the pain I've caused, and the torture I've brought

Will stay with me for the rest of my days.

It goes around and comes back, the sweetness never lasts,

It sweeps everyone off their toes.

They don't come close, stand behind me at most

And that's how my tornado goes.

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Basically just a random poem I thought up. It's meaning is easy enough to understand - just like a tornado, the girl in the poem is destroying everything she touches. Anyone who comes into contact with her, will just end up getting hurt eventually. She cannot be trusted and she will never change, no matter what. She keeps going round and round in this cycle and it's always the same ending for those around her...

Just like a Tornado, see? :)

updated Dec 6 '10 by miaKAT