Piece by piece, I stood,
I held my bones in all their weight,
carried them out of bluehood,
I watched my heartbeat inflate;There are days when
feeling my heart hammering
in my chest is a guilty pleasure,
to feel it pulsing through my skin,
to know it will never cease to be ceaseless, even when I'm shattering,
because I chose to stay,
despite the cold weather.- Crimsyy♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1