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nostalgic Dec 2015
i don't think that even you fully understand the effect you have on people.
you walk in and every head turns your way;
eyes blazing, voice high:
i'd follow you into war before you even thought to ask.
nostalgic Dec 2015
and really, you can't blame me for falling in love under that sky; who wouldn't?
the infinite grey, the angry blue
the dark clouds that should have been an omen,
but i was too blind to see anything apart from
you, you, you
laughing
speaking
being.

and it's no wonder the greeks wrote of love and hate, of death and life, of madness within and without; who wouldn't have been consumed by the sky, the sea, the very earth beneath our feet in that place?
nostalgic Apr 2014
i write
to
hide
away
from the
terrors
of the
world.
i write
to
sink
slowly
into the
terrors
of my
mind.
nostalgic Apr 2014
you weren't meant to be pretty.
you were meant to burn the sky down,
to splatter the earth red,
to destroy,
and to create.
you weren't meant to be pretty.
you were meant to be devastating.

— The End —