Tidal waves reaching several feet
Higher than the oceans might get deep
Arriving at the coastline, washing all that conquers time
I was silenced for a whileWhat if my stories get lost in something I forbid?
They'll save the writer, but they'll never save the hate
I'm shaking and exploding, and the rain is pouring
Is there something bad I did?
Meticulous art of restoring my heart, the havoc will never takeAll the soldiers were fighting the war on the battlefield
Rest assured, they were restless and injured
Some were losing their breath
Rather than watching the destruction, I ran to you instead
Oceans cascade, rainbows turn gray, and all can fade
During the calamity, all things have been broken and lost
But who are we to run the war that millions have fought
And with all of this, victory sprouts despite the great havoc
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoetryMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.