You knew she was a hurricane, with angel eyes.
She'd look at you and you knew she wouldn't stay.
That she would just stay at the shores and explore, but when the tide broke through those angel eyes would burn with the fires of hell.
She was a beautiful disaster,
A siren call to you,
But you knew you didn't have her.
She didn't belong to you.
And though she never said it you saw it in her eyes and you both silently agreed to let it be.
That one day she'd walk from your life just as fast as she came.
with twice the broken pieces.
She was a hurricane, a forecast already told but you were hypnotized by her waves,
By the roaring sound in which she used to call to you,
You fell in love with her angel eyes.
And she let you love her.
For who could ever learn to love the beast.
For very little were willing to stand the rain.
Beautiful disaster.
Beautiful tragedy.
She belongs to the ocean,
A force much greater than her.
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
