destruction
Millions dead, one fought. I was born to fight, a fighter. Trained to be strong, brave and detemined. Learned to build an enormous walls underneath me, to exterminate who dared to enter. Yet you, a damsel in distress brought destruction to my existence.
A sweet havoc of hurricane beneath my heart. Your kisses' an arrow in the battlefield, alluring yet dangerous. Your I love you's a complete definition of daggers that stung deep in my soul, killing me so slow and soft. Every little thing you do, struck me dumbfounded.
You shattered the walls I build for years, and brought me to heaven. You are my lovely destruction, so don't you even dare leave me hanging for I will search every fcking state in the world just to find and have you back in my arms again.
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