The Storm


He entered my life like a storm,
Hell bent on breaking me apart,
Making me torn.
I believed he was the one,
Little did I know that he would be gone;
Leaving me broken.
I had no one but myself,
To gather all my broken pieces.
It was up to me, how I dealt with life,
Liven it up or live like a dead mice.
I chose the former, for by then I had realized;
He was just another phase of my life.
He was one, there will be plenty more,
Who will thrive to make me lose control.
I'm not one to give up easily,
You should be knowing this by now.
Try once again if you wanna see me roar.
Life has taught me lessons on
how to deal with every uproar.

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