Disasters Have Names
A gentle smile, white hair, you had us falling.
Every word left us defenseless, and we loved you. We love you.
You though, despite your grace and elegance, you were a walking disaster and you could only have one of us.
You chose me, and in the process you started a war, ended a friendship, but now youāre gone.
You left us, once again, instead choosing the vengeance in your head, over the lovers who wait beside your bed.
- @starryeyedciphxr

















