my tears are the rains in the storm. your lightning has struck my heart into pieces. and you're here promising me the biggest,
most beautiful rainbow.
but my eyes yearn to see the colours but my heart knows it's comes with the risk of being struck again.
i don't want to live in fear but you made me this way.
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Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
