Whirlwind of me
I was nothing but,
A warm gentle breeze
Stirring from within
Existing in peace
Then along came you,
Making me blow
Giving me momentum
Distrupting my flow
You took me high
Higher from the ground
Tossing me swiftly
Whirling me around.
Then abruptly you went,
Making me hit ground
Slowing my pace
Dropping me down
Now no longer within me
There was a breeze
Just stillness inside
And dead still around.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, there is a pull inside of you, that peels away all your layers and exposes the undulating terrain of your emotions. It brings out all that, that dominated you in the past ,and now is hitting you with the exact same force as it did th...
