Before I was chaos and thunderstorms,
I was roses that bled on their own thorns
I was the summer rain that extinguished fires,
Now I am the flame charring memories
I am a thunderstorm I learned to face alone,
No longer scared
I'm chaos to my own thoughts and I'm the most peace I can find
I'm the summer rain and I'm the thunderstorm.
About the Author
Aiman Shamsi
Joined: 29 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
Nocturnal wordoholic and coffee enthusiast. Loves to dissect hidden meanings. And songs and quotes to relate to....
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