i was the calm and he was the storm.
i was the sun and he was rain blocking my true shine.
it's so weird.
some days i miss him, some days i never ever wanna see him again.
some days i wanna reach out other days i'm glad i won't breakdown.
i was an angel dancing in the moonlight and he was the devil taking me in and dragging me through the thunder and lightening.
the moon warned me to follow him and stay away promising to take me back to the sun, but the devil had that perfect blue eyed gaze.
forgive my sins. and forgive my wrongs.
he put me through hell and now i'm on my journey back to heaven.
i went through the storm, i survived the cold, i walked though the rain.
now i'm sitting in a meadow on warm sunny day.
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Bad Reputation.
Non-FictionA look into the most hardest time of my life. My hidden poetry, my stories and thoughts. My truth. This is part 3 of my story.
