I don't know how I survived all of those volcanoes and hurricanes without you
We make such a mess of ourselves and it might screws us
But I'm willing to cry myself to sleep for you
I'm willing to rip my chest out and wrap it up for you
Because our tsunamis and tornadoes combined together can bloom a garden with tulips and peach trees
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PoetryI sometimes feel too much and other times feel nothing at all. I'm either full of volcanoes or numbness, there's nothing in between.
