She is a mess of gorgeous chaos
And you can see it in her eyes.
Life for her is a big adventure,
No line between the truths or lies.
She floats on a cloud,
Sending lightening down the skies,
Mystries and facades are a part of her.
It's a secret where her heart she hides.
She stumbles, leaving a trail of beautiful mistakes.
She wasn't perfect, she never meant to be.
Scars and bruises made her up,
She wore them like medals for them to see.
She was a tempest, raging and wild.
Dark and stormy, yet calm and quite.
Loath clouded her way,
But through storm and shade she made her flight.
A tempest never to be stopped, never to be tamed.
An inferno not of destruction but of beautiful mess.
The thuddingid hearts, the fires she sets.
Can you feel it, the electricity pumping down your veins?
Breath in the chaos,
Just a taste and you'll be lost.
Olivious to the pain, the hurt.
Oblivious to evrything that was.
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Gorgeous Chaos
Poesía'Is it not a pity, how the saddest people smile the brightest? How we are so easily fooled by the cure of their lips? Are we that foolish and unobservant as to not notice?' Just a collection of short poems, Written with no aim. Embrace it with all y...
