And there was calmness
After all that she's been through,
There was calmness,
Except
She wasn't calm
It was the silence before a storm
And then there was a fire in her eye
A small fire
That had the capacity
To burn
The whole world
To turn everything into flames
And then the storm
Of water, in her eye
The cry, she didn't want to face
The regret
She didn't want to have
That she had burned everything into ashes
Now she is cold
And her heart was like stone
But somewhere,
She carved
The feeling of being loved
The feeling of being happy.
This was her story's ending
Reminding the world that
Not all stories have a happy end
Or maybe
Just maybe, she gave up too quick
Maybe there was a part two for her story
YOU ARE READING
Blue and grey
PoetryJust some random poetry... A little pessimistic And I'm still 14, and all these are either made by me or my best friends If there is any sort of grammar mistake, Please do forgive All rights reserved
