You cause havoc in me.
Impeccable I am
then illiterate I was.
One second I'm lost
then fond of it.
Sometimes you maneuver,
always you wreck
yet it's a beautiful
destruction
and it is my kind.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA book he holds with countless pages, His eyes heal, and his love reads. This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a man's point of view of love and life.
My Kind Of Destruction
You cause havoc in me.
Impeccable I am
then illiterate I was.
One second I'm lost
then fond of it.
Sometimes you maneuver,
always you wreck
yet it's a beautiful
destruction
and it is my kind.
