Typhoon

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Tears slowly hit the floor,

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Tears slowly hit the floor,

Something stirring inside;

Night has broke upon day,

And its darkness ignites.


Thunder shakes the walls,

Lightning slashes the shadows;

All her secrets unearthed,

Her body starts to tremble.


Storms of the evening,

Mornings the bleak wake;

To be beat and battered again,

Bent till he breaks.


Masked, trapped in silence,

A curse she can't undo;

Alone, lost, flailing,

At the brink of a typhoon.


Words lodged in his throat,

Carried to his grave;

A feeling more than thought,

But a burden the same.


Fighting herself,

Behind that closed door;

An ocean surrounds her,

The stars mock her failure.


Hidden scars amount,

On his mind as his heart;

The places he's feared,

Now not too far off.


She's broken, not "fine",

He's weak, not strong,

She's screaming, she's silent—


He can no longer go on. 

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Usually this book has poems with happy endings at least, but... this was one I wrote separately, and I decided that I should publish it anyway. I hope you at least found it moving, as it is to me :|

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Love you all <3 

<3 Rea


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