You lit fire amidst my rain of tears.
As I inhaled the smoke of your lies,
you made tornadoes of thoughts blow within me.
As your hurricanes destroyed me,
you grew begonias in the spaces of my ribs.
As you watered them with hopeless promises,
I became a natural disaster.
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p.n./ just something for nature lovers and heart broken people xx
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purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
