5d
⛈️
When she left,
she left like rain,
Soft regret,
a touch of pain.
A fleeting storm
you live right through,
A wound, the light
can filter through.
Then she walked through someone’s door,
She shook the walls,
she split the floor.
What seemed to him like gentle air
Became a firestorm
unaware.
When she left,
she left like rain,
Soft regret,
a touch of pain.
A fleeting storm
you live right through,
A wound, the light
can filter through.
Then she walked through someone’s door,
She shook the walls,
she split the floor.
What seemed to him like gentle air
Became a firestorm
unaware.
A woman broken is not a woman ended. She leaves as a whisper, but pain reforges her into something untamed. What once loved gently can return with teeth. This is not vengeance… it’s evolution.
