In a midst of a dark storm, yanked was she across the cold streets. Dragged from rusted shackles, She still held on, hoping to be hoisted- by her unrequited love, but her presence was non-existent
Nerves fulminate, fissuring skin As bones crackle, to weary tear, Volcanic face, pooling hot tears, Gaia weeps, her world despairs, All of land's flora, and all of seas, Erupt, displeasure at man's villainy.
It’s in my soil that maybe only a patch of mundane dust. But the water within it must not come close to tear or else no rock from space will hit the one and only finest cut the polished earth. But it can no longer hold onto its lubricating drop of water at its very heart will loose it to one’s disheartened cry!
my ankle doesn't seem to hurt anymore i think it's because I stopped running after you but i haven't tried it out yet maybe I shouldn't? just in case it might still hurt. i won't
