"My demons were made of fire and he was like water, only he could kill the scary monsters that lived somewhere within my head.
On an enchanting evening of spring, he came like rain. The rain stayed for a while, made the worn out flowers of emotions blossom.
But....
When the autum came, the rain turned into a storm and destroyed all the flowers which just started to grow.
When he left all I could see was the dead petals, scattered leaves of memories and a haunting life waiting ahead.
Ohh darling, I thought you were my calm,
But damn! I was so wrong,
To me all you did was harm.
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
