Gorgeouschaos Stories

'Is it not a pity, how the saddest people smile the brightest? How we are so easily fooled by the cure of their lips? Are we that foolish and unobservant as to not notice?' Just a collection of short poems, Written with no aim. Embrace it with all your heart, Or leave it shunned and scarred. 'She is a mess of gorgeous chaos, And you can see it in her eyes.'