i was a house in a hurricane
of his beauty
i was too busy lost in his eyes
that i didn't notice the storm brewing
his words spilled out lightning
his actions casted thunder
shaking me to my core
and when he was gone
there was no part of me left unbroken.
- t.d
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a slingshot of words //poems//
Poetrya slingshot of my imagination, contemplated and thrown into words. but a mix of everything colorful.
