she brings out storms in people,
because she knew that
where ever there are
dark skies and wild winds,
there is a truth,
a truth that described how much love can leave behind,
that describes
all the pain they have lived.
and that is all she ever wanted,
for everyone to embrace their storms
and make them
fall in love
with their own
violent winds.
and she is
strange and beautiful,
but I've never seen those human qualities being woven together,
and it sacres me,
scares me what she can do,
to me.
she's the train that crashed my heart,
she's the glitter in the dark.
she,
she is a work of art.
28.3.17//1:20//💕
to,
ZayBlack4
YOU ARE READING
blue
Poetryto @CALLOUSEDTOUCHES. her eyes were the same color as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay. her eyes were the cornflower blue, the hue of the most magical things in life the sea, the sky and all my reaso...
