• petrichor •
(n.) The pleasant, earthy smell after rain.
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She was the violent storm
That kept him up all night.
He was the silent drizzle
That brimmed her with delight.
While all he did was nurture,
Give her the love she needed,
She was nothing but destruction,
Let him hurt till his heart was bleeding.
She was the raging beating
Of the drops against solid glass;
He was the steady, slow trickling ones
The gentle, calm and versed.
Yet, the hurricane passed, to reveal sunny skies,
She disappeared like she had never really been.
But he remained there lost in a distant haze,
Left lying alone, cold and unseen.
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