Roses are red violets are blue the way you struck me was something new. Someone who didn't have to be hurt to cry, someone who was able to look at you In the eye and be able to destroy your world with a singular word....someone who was toxic but was kind, someone who didn't mind if you were sad but minded if she was. The type of girl who could break you or make you and someone who was all together already broken for her fragile glass had been shattered, now searching for it's peices trying to put it back together but instead breaking more and more ruining the world around her as she selfishly explored.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For The Amorphous
PoetryJust simple words to explain such larger aspects and variations of the feelings we need to relate too. I'm using this platform to represent hard times but beautiful times as well. I write when I have a overwhelming feeling that needs to be expressed...