'she'

she used to shine like bright stars in the midnight sky
we would visit the heavens nightly and fly
but one day she transformed into a wind so harsh and vital
made my world a twirling spiral
spinning in continuum and flushing my will away
a storm so vivid and clear but deliberately vague
yet steered chaos and destruction
leaving my heart to rot in the after math like the unused organs of a slaughter
she swept fiercely again
and teased my soul a little bit more
till the leaves and clouds were soul survivors
my hear was warned from the core of my being
yet it heeded to no such turbulence
having a mind of its own
it let the harsh winds blow
persistently deceiving was her who by design stole my hope
and tore my heart slightly so