Where did we go wrong? What happened to us?
Did it have to end like this?
Me screaming, you shouting.
Firing back at each other with equal intensity.
Battling fire with ice, each with different elements, yet intense damaging effects.
Maybe it wasn't us. Maybe it was love.
Because as soon we fell in love, love decided it wasn't ready for us. We weren't ready for it.
Our love was toxic.
YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
