Butterflies and raindrops
Sunshine and star dust
Ravens and thunderstorms
Flames and moonlight
People are a metaphor
You compare them against the world
She has butterflies in her stomach
And her mind is a thunderstorm
Her smile like a sunshine
But her thoughts dark
She is a contradiction
Yet the perfect addiction
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
