Who's going to shelter me from the freezing cold?
Only you who says it's afformative; it's never counterfeit
It's always impossible, but my past is now rusting gold
When you entered my broken land, I'm unsure and unsettling
When it's raining, my violet umbrella's under my head
Who's holding it? Your soft, tarnished, shining hand
And in thunder and lightning, I'm scared
Unempowered is what I was before you laid out my plans
Now that it's gone, my fears have diluted and are engraved with the word 'strong'
I am what I am because of me
But you changed me splendidly
And you calmed
My cold-blasting, beautiful storm
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoezjaMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
