Dear You,
As you drown with
the thoughts of that
familiar stranger,
please do realize that
people tend to fall
on the ground
countless of times
and for the nth time,
they pick themselves up
only to gamble for
another downfall.
You fell down;
with own tears,
you watered
your ground.
But,
from where you fell,
you've learned
to grow,
to bloom,
to fly,
to soar
higher
than
the
skies.
Yes, you are a mess–
a gorgeous chaos.
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©ladymortis
L