You made me a paradox
So full of love
But too angry to feel it
You built a fire inside me
And then depression to conceal it
Gave me dreams for the world
Then made me afraid of what's real
Do you see what I mean?
You were born just to steal
- Paradox
Alexandra Andrews.
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Storms Don't Stop For You
PoetryPoetry and prose about love, hate, and everything in between.
