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There is no way to silence the raging storm,
But a bigger one to devour it whole—
Some might slip within its claws,
And linger somewhere it can mourn,
Until it surges again, loud and full of scorn—
I'll create another, stronger dose to cut the thorn.
Hefty litter filled my mind,
Clean it up with your sleight of hand,
A lil’ bit of kick to start the endless run,
It appears again—it’s you I’ll always want;
Half bruised heart, intertwined—
Keep your eyes, always on mine.
I made this literally because my mind feels like a trashcan and it's overflowing with litter—in this case, words. That's exactly what inspired me, lol.
I heard a crackle;
A heart that was enkindled,
Entranced by laughter,
Feet on uncharted waters,
Life as I know it, altered.
The smile that reached my eyes doesn't feel as genuine as I’d like,
When I always catch myself trying hard not to die inside.
Effort was made though the situation was far from fine,
One look wouldn't tell; a day spent could always lie.
Nothing would ever make anyone believe, the chaos I held,
Right here, inside my spacious but confined—
Witty yet always tired, sweet, fragile little mind.

— The End —