I remember her words
The ones that once pulled strings in my heart
The ones that once coersed through me
Your love was a paradox of everything I stood for
Only you can destroy the hatred I feel
Only you could destroy me
And just like gold I was left to ruin until your touch set up a fire in me
The fire that made me who I am.
-Kassey
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
