flowers in her hair
demons in her head
drugs in her veins
laughter in her mind
love in her soul
storm in her heart
Maybe we'll meet again when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic. We'll meet again and laugh the same way we did. Or at least we both hope we will. We'll meet again and take the same walks, talks and wanders. We'll meet again like we did in the last time but it will feel like the first time. We'll meet again and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me.
But right now I'm a chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
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