maybe it was like a storm. you know, like how everything just came crashing down with the words you said to me. or maybe it was like a stranger. you know, like the one quick glance you gave me before you finally left. Also, maybe it was like a story. you know, like the one that leaves you feeling empty and alone.
the time you left me sitting in the storm of my own thoughts, that's what left me with the stranger i am today. but at least, i'm a stranger with a story to tell.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
ПоэзияPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
