-X-
For him,
she was sunshine
mixed with a
hurricane,
creating beautiful
sandstorms or
messing with a
lightning in a
muddy rain.
She was the one
who kept him sane.
For her,
he was the moon
that shines in her
darkness, her
anchor to sail her
up the raging
waves and despite
all of that, he was
the thunder roaring
in this chaos of
madness.
An antidote and a virus,
A circle and a rhombus.
Warmth and cold,
Truth be told.
Even with the
constellations in dreams,
In the end,
it will always be
her and him.
-X-
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Yours Truly
Poetry❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01...
