she’s chaotic i know
but somehow, by the grace of some god,
she is the calm in my chaos, the eye in my storm
when she looks at me, the winds stop
when she touches me, the sun shines through
and when she speaks, the rains dissipate, leaving no trace of my dark despair
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
she’s chaotic i know
but somehow, by the grace of some god,
she is the calm in my chaos, the eye in my storm
when she looks at me, the winds stop
when she touches me, the sun shines through
and when she speaks, the rains dissipate, leaving no trace of my dark despair