I have learnt I havent yet expierenced hurt.
but I am.
I am writing for pain is all I need to feel.
It's all I am.
She's broken; in spirit and in bone.
Cold boiled rigid stone, cremated and blown into the air.
Her ash suffocates him but he hasn't understood that her anger doesnt take away from her love.
She loves him.
He loves her.
Even though they were designed to be together, their life together has become twisted.
End it now before the love becomes hate...
Air and Ash were better friends than they ever were lovers
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Just Another Yesterday
Poetry¡!Warning!¡ This book consists of thoughts, raw feelings and inevitable truths. This book may cause you to relate. So proceed with caution because it may ignite hidden emotions! ~completed~
