she never spoke.
she was quiet.
or so everyone thought.
her mind was chaos;
thunder rumbled throughout her veins,
lightning struck her core,
fire burned at her heart.
her ribcage held a tornado,
her mouth held a hurricane,
her tongue could spread wildfires.
she never spoke.
she was quiet.
or so everyone thought.
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Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
