Like a tornado
she strikes everything
with in her reach,
a beautiful disaster she is,
but I can’t help to love her;
even after she makes me bleed.
No flaws can be seen,
perfection is what she is,
I need her next to me,
but soon she must leave.
It started so small,
so angelic,
so faultless.
And just like a tornado
she became a beautiful disaster,
leaving everything behind
feeling destroyed…
A beautiful disaster,
leading you to the void.
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Gabriela Linares
Just a girl trying to share her words and dreams.
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