She's a beautiful disaster for her words become so silent.
Because she never learned how to love another.
She was a mess from every person that has left.
She blames herself to put people on a cliff and push them to the edge.
But when she met you it was her first to fall in love.
She loved you dearly and the only fear she feared is her demons that held her mind with chains.
She thought you can take them away but you end up leaving like everyone else taking her last petal.
YOU ARE READING
Art
PoetryEvery artistic thing we see has a story. Every story has an experience of learning.
