Poems from anmol1000

She used to be beautiful. I remember everything Her lips Her hair Her eyes Her scars.   It was supposed to be perfect.   Those slender legs...
her words struck me like lightning. passion and strength erupted from her booming voice. it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.   (...
I used to think it was normal To cry for three hours about nothing. That it was normal To think about dying at least once a day. But that...