There she stands.
Dancing with her demons
Step by step with calmness
The breeze melody before a storm.
There she goes.
Tall with her shades of pain
Her scars like a perfect second skin
The storm catching up her sleeves.
There she crumbles.
Ice cold face with perfect smile
Knees weak as her scars bleed
the storm transforming her to infinity.
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Dear NoOne
PoetryI am scared of the nights And the loud silence that elongates my room I am scared of the 3am's and the 5am's I am scared For that's when my own thoughts begins to haunt me. (A collection of my thoughts)
