When the waves subsided,
I found my sanity scattered
On the ground below my walls,
Though not entirely intact,
I find it better now than when
You started the storm in my heart.
I started taking down the walls today,
If the waves want to crash around me,
They know where I am,
I am not afraid of the hurt anymore,
For they have already destroyed
What was left of you.
g.c.g
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
