Destruction

March 27, 2018

I’m afraid you’ll finally see me for the tornado I am.
How the sole mission of my existence is to destroy yours.
You’ll sit and wonder all the times I inflicted you with my agony.
The thunders that kept you up as a child.
You’ll realise that I am nothing but a ticking bomb.
Those gestures of affection will feel nothing but a pawn in the game.
you’ll caress my cheek, tuck my hair behind my ear.
And escape the glorious thunderstorm that is me.
 


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siddhi said...
on Apr. 17 at 4:49 am
Beautiful! Loved it




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