My feelings were like a paper boat on a rainy day. Unfurled my sails of disdain only to get wrecked by the howling gales. I was at the mercy of the rain.
My whole world might be messed up and I would still talk like a normal person. My state of mind doesn't dictate how I talk with you, it's the way I feel for you at that moment.
Written by those with a hollow heart Read by those who are on the verge of falling victim to the dark And sent to those who don't yet know that they are the third
She sweeps in like a stroke of wind escaping the open sky in times of despair. Her voice is like a sweet music to the ear. She feels like she was forged by the lord himself. Her words carry sheer confidence. Her laugh echoes in the hall of gods. Her wits can cut through steel. If perfection was a person she would be it.