Floating in mid air as it floats away to the soft, white luscious clouds,
Dull, grey storm clouds filled with rain,
Mother nature about to pour out from the hell boss above,
From whatever planet we're living on,
Mother nature is there and is not happy for what is going on,
For the foolish conflicts we got into,
Hateful words were said,
Paths were crossed,
Memories faded,
A long lost memory,
But the thoughts still linger,
He passes me a red balloon,
Draws a butterfly and a flower on it,
Tells me how strong I am,
Tells me how beautiful I am,
Refusing to believe those words because I've never been called strong or beautiful,
Tells me I'm worth more and appreciated,
Tells me he'll always be there,
But isn't there right now.
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Realm
ŞiirThe version of instances made to feel complete but still missing the pieces to put together.
