She tormented him like the storm she was.
He stood beside her like she was nothing but a breeze.
She wondered how didn't he ever get hurt,
while his only worry was why her pain never seized.
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Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
