eighteen
You weren’t storm, but hurricane
They’ll name them all after you now
Through my rose colored glasses
Your clenched fists looked like hands to hold
Your flags blood and fire red
I didnt care
All that mattered was your love
Our love
You weren’t embers, but dragon fire
You could never be contained
Burning through acres
In the same way you destroyed this
I tried to fix you
But some people are simply too broken
Some people are simply unfixable
You are simply too broken.
You are simply unfixable.
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