The air is speaking to me, and I'm always one to hear
Lightning is a beacon, the rain the sky's tears
It smells just like euphoria, chills all down my spine
Storms, the classic metaphors, like grief or passing time
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
