That day something happened
I saw a hurricane,
I watched as it destroyed our world leaving nothing but broken flowers and broken hearts.
Why would it try to hurt us?
Why would it hurt are world and change it into a mess?
Our world isnt the same because of it..
Humans are just like a hurricane
They create a mess that changes are hearts, brain, feelings and looks
Hurricanes hurt the delicate flowers
Just like someone hurting another person....
I guess some people are just like a hurricane..
And because some of us are dead flowers...
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Poetrythis is a piece of trash and you think otherwise... i still will think thus book is a piece of trash. Now a lot of these will be poems from other people and maybe some of them are mine... but i didnt call this mine... it a poetry book, a book with p...
