He was the calm before the storm. The peace, the first impression.
But what followed was a hurricane of emotions, and a tornado of pain.
Rain fell hard and dampened hopeful souls before passing,
leaving a trail of destruction, tragedy and loss behind him.
He was a cyclone of misunderstanding and broken hearts.
- Viola ( -GangsterSangster- )
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I wrote this at 11:15pm last night. Why is it that I get inspired so late? But enough about me, how does this poem make you feel? Does it make you remember something or someone? Let me know!
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