He was the raging fire,
and I the imposing lightning.
He was the devastating tornado,
and I, the wreckage that completed him.
together, we were simply a natural disaster
Everyone scolded us,
All you do is cause collateral damage.
But the raging fire,
it mesmerizes with it's soft shades of burnt amber.
the imposing lightning,
fizzes brightly with beautiful hues of blue and purple .
the devastating tornado,
just wanted to feel something other than emptiness
You will only destroy,
they cry.
But they don't realize how we hurt inside.
They don't see what's deep within,
the collateral beauty,
that lies deep beneath our skin.
YOU ARE READING
Oleander-COMPLETED
PoesíaALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
