They collided in the late hours of the night.
She was staring at the stars mindlessly, he was done fighting his inner demons.
She bumped into him, his whole world changed.
He saw her fiery red hair, her sparkling blue eyes which reminded him of the ocean on a sunny day, he saw her delicate face, porcelain-like.
She saw his ruffled chestnut coloured hair, his dull brown eyes, his broken expression.
They held eye contact and that's how it all started.
She apologised, but that collision had saved his life.
She talked. He listened. They kissed. His walls crumbled down. She came to know. She kissed his scars. He embraced her. They fell in love.
She was innocent, unaware of the dangers of life. He knew it all oh-so well. They were different, and that fed the flames of their burning fire. Their flames burnt like an Inferno.
She healed him, taught him to cherish his flaws and to befriend his inner demons.
He was okay.
She knew it.
They loved, they lived.
He lived, because of her.
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You're worth it. Maybe you don't always see it, but you are.
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My Rants
PoetryThis book. Rants turned into poems. My thoughts, my insecurities, my stories. Vomits of words when I am too full of thoughts to keep it in. Might be relatable and merely interesting, that's for you to find out. Might be depressing (most probably...
