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dampness forms in her eyelids, slowly treading itself down her honey skin, slipping down her cheeks; teardrops are born. brown eyes gaze into the horizon, sweeping over the sunset, forever wondering; if the pain will cease. fragile fingertips trace shapes, twirling and digging themselves, into the earth's surface; dreading to be loved. heart strings pull and release, yanking emotional impulses, and flooding imperfections; coveting for a shoreline. delicate arms are open, awaiting for the storm to hit, a futile attempt to embrace it; but she is the storm.
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
she is the storm
dampness forms in her eyelids, slowly treading itself down her honey skin, slipping down her cheeks; teardrops are born. brown eyes gaze into the horizon, sweeping over the sunset, forever wondering; if the pain will cease. fragile fingertips trace shapes, twirling and digging themselves, into the earth's surface; dreading to be loved. heart strings pull and release, yanking emotional impulses, and flooding imperfections; coveting for a shoreline. delicate arms are open, awaiting for the storm to hit, a futile attempt to embrace it; but she is the storm.
when you feel like everything is falling apart beside you, you are stronger than the hurricane, than the tsunami, than the sandstorm, than the earthquake. show the world who you really are.
#delicacy#depression#storm#battle#emotions#heart#lost#desire
sincerelylover
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
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