it was every crazy thing about her
that made her so enchanting and captivating.
the way she lacked care but not empathy,
the way she lacked order but not spirit.
the best parts of her were the ones
she kept quiet but not secret,
and the worst things were the ones
that she shared with pride but not arrogance.
she was everything she is,
completely down to the core
without apology or regret.
she blew through life like a tornado
through an old wooden house,
absorbing everything she could in a frenzy.
but what set her apart from the wind
was her cautious demeanour
and her loving heart,
making sure nobody was ever
swept up in her chaos.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
