She is water, patient enough to let you float and rough enough to have you drown.
As you are a wildfire powerful enough to burn down bridges caring enough to revive lives.
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
She is what you are not
She is water, patient enough to let you float and rough enough to have you drown.
As you are a wildfire powerful enough to burn down bridges caring enough to revive lives.
