Knocking

Love is out to get me,
whether I want it to or not.

It’s knocking on the door, 
begging to be felt, a lot.

I let myself be swept away,
with a feeling of wonder.

Just long enough to,
be irritated with the thunder.

The thunder in my head,
that screams at me to get out instead.

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