She's a lover of the gloomy rain and thunderstorms.
She's never loved the sun not even the way it warms.She's not sure what she believes in.
She's always searching for something.She used to think she had life all figured out,
but it threw her a curve and now she's filled with self doubt.She lives for the beautiful views.
She's scared of love after what she's been through.She's the type of person to play it safe,
because safe means you can't feel heartbreak.She's an obsessive reader with an admiration for books. Getting lost in words of black and white.
Falling for the fictional characters is alright.She's indecisive, a terrible procrastinator.
Afraid to make a wrong move
and someone will end up hating her.Music is all emotions of life to her.
When words fail her, it's music she refers.She's an undeniable train wreck.
A whirlwind of "no one wants to deal with it" mess.
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.