𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 ✓

poem - 45

dedicated to Anamta_idris

when dark days never end,

when scornful voices always there,

when there's no hope left in my soulless body,

you came like a hurricane,

that demolishes those grimly days,

and replaces it with you,

a perfect disaster.