Her bombs were nothing less constructed for destruction If her sides weren't the carrier,
Every inch she covered took my breath away,
And Like what she was fashioned for,
Killed the bearing in me And put the captain of the ship on life support.
Her bombs were nothing less constructed for destruction If her sides weren't the carrier,
Every inch she covered took my breath away,
And Like what she was fashioned for,
Killed the bearing in me And put the captain of the ship on life support.
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to...