he wasn't the calm before a storm, he
was the storm, the crackling thunder.
he was the harsh crash of the waves,
never the soft blissful sound of the
ocean. he was the deadly smoke
spreading after a fire, not the
steady flame of an ember. he
made me feel on edge, he
made me feel alive,
with him i felt
reborn.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
