no rain, no flowers (poems)

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She is an active volcano,
she's silent but dangerous,
she had once erupted
out too many
loaded lava of emotions,
still,
she's breathtaking,
she's became more precious
out of an event
that was really perilous,
something she didn't see coming,
Her smile might be vibrant,
but sometimes
it really turns out
to be heartbreaking.
Sometimes,
faking
is her way
o surviving.