Tell them I was the perfect storm;
I came strong and uninvited.
Tell them you hid from my rain,
And prayed for me to be gone.

Tell them I was a delicate flower;
Blooming so strangely under the sun.
Tell them you stole my fragrance,
And alone you ran.

Tell them I was the ending to a story;
The tragic but beautiful kind.
Tell them you tore my pages,
And broke my heart.



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