Magnitude…

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She’s graceful as the wind,
Powerful like a storm,
Calm as a peaceful current.
She’s a beauty amongst the eyes,
a careless whisper throughout the night.
She’s the speck of sunshine and a magnitude of destruction.
She is fierce, she is wild, she is the woman we grow up to be.
-bbw

Colour of your Soul.

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Her mind was lost in the wind, a chaotic soul tangled in her desires. The colour of the world dressed by her beautiful mind. She longed for more than city highs and long days, she wanted a world where the wind was her music and the woods were her friends.

A Voice That Should Have Mattered

She was the voice of the lost,

Between filtered words she found happiness in him,

Surrounded by betrayal and chaos

She sheltered herself

Friends become the cause

Her pain became emotions

Lost in a world meant for happiness

She caved into darkness

Every light drowned by shadows

She raised her voice for help

Words muffled in conversations,

What was wrong covered in lines of affairs

She raised her hand for help

But it was drawn away in emptiness,

Her pain became her happiness,

With her shallow breathes beneath her water

She became alive with the blood that honoured her soul,

She became at peace with life,

She became the child that feared nothing,

She became the woman without disappointments,

Her smile hidden,

Her laughter faded,

That girl became a name for all the troubled souls.-BBW

Inspired by ’13 Reasons Why’- For Troubled Souls Their is Always Love…

 

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