he was a storm
and god, did you love the rain
his eyes were always dark and grave
his grimace would forever haunt you
he was easily angered
the slightest thing would set off tempests
he was unconditionally him
for better or worse
but it was all worth it
for the calms
when the smiles weren't faked and the laughs were genuine
those moments were everything
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SERENDIPITY ! POETRY
Poetryn. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way moments in life that don't pass me by
