A strong wave stuck by
Destructing me and my house of cards
Perhaps it was the winter breeze
For which I prayed ten months long
It was a hazy reflection
Glossing over floating pieces in slo-mo
Like weary words of once a dearest
Exploded right over my face
Oh no! That was not any breeze
A turmoil it was, dressed like hailstorm
Got blurry sight, dust in eyes
Pain in heart that felt like dying
While the heart raced against the time
I ran, jumped, galloped to catch my cards
That's when the lightening bolt found me
And we burnt, me and my soaring parts
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I started writing when I was sixteen.
I think it makes me stand out.
It lets me voice my thoughts.
It lets me spread love.
It builds me up.
Yet, I fall.
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