we were like two trainwrecks running into each other.
the commotion in our minds was too powerful to speak, and our hearts too full to say anything worth saying. we were blubbering messes with the same outlooks, but in different perspectives. we had similar minds, but totally opposite auras and personas.
two trainwrecks with similar heads.
i wonder how it'll turn out.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
