Love summoned misery,
Brought the storms,
Wrecked my composure,
Yanking me of the roots.
lighting the fire, it burnt my soul.
The ashes washed away,
Leaving your trace.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poesia#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
