She was afraid.
Not to love
But to get hurt
She was fragile
So she locked her heart up
In a cage of strong metal
But then he came into her life
With every step the flowers became alive
All her monsters they died
His love
Was the key to her heart
His touch
Was the electricity in her veins
His eyes
Were the sanity of her
He
Was life to the soul of her
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
