It's almost a week and well, I want to see her.
Think she would find it strange if I stopped by.
My hand itches to text her "how r u?"
I don't though, why should I?
She doesn't care to let me know she's alive.
I don't care how she's doing, not in the least.
Just that she was this beautiful creature
Pure, but violent like a force of nature.
Nature, yea, she was like a raging storm
Beautiful and merciless then there was calm.
Eye of the storm all guards down
I thought-
she's beautiful;
then the storm raged on
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