Storms

Ramblings of a tired mind. Just writing to get it out. Nothing special.

Some people come in your life like storms, upending everything even though you're prepared of the effect they'd bring. You give in 'cause you're helpless about the power they have on you. You surrender, bending yourself according to their will but in the end all you see is the wreckage after that storm which came unannounced ...

Their sweet touches and softly whispered words burn the skin leaving ashen trails marked upon the soul.

Reviews

[Ghania]

"Their sweet touches and softly whispered words burn the skin leaving ashen trails marked upon the soul."
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shattering it to infinite pieces. (I know I am being lame but Thought to add it, tho what you wrote can't be competed :p) Don't Mind :)

Sometimes their arrival becomes really depressing and at times they are the only way to activate us. It's complicated!
You really depicted it so nicely. :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Nah, not lame at all, I actually like your addition :) thank you very much for appreciating, NB 😊

[Ghania]

My Pleasure :p

[M.E.Lyle]

Some people are like that, but not all. There are those wolves in sheeps clothing to worry about too. They'll eat you alive.
Well, I did enjoy this short little chapter.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Aye, so true. Thank you for your words here. Glad you enjoyed (: