we ran blindly
like lost children
into the warmth of each other's arms,
we grew lost
in the moonlight tangles
of hair and shivering fingertips,
but were we deaf ?
to the rain that began to scream ?
louder than those burning breaths ?
for alone now, we shiver.
no longer in love with goosebumps.
but cowering from this storm -
the whIRLWind of our souls.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
we ran blindly
like lost children
into the warmth of each other's arms,
we grew lost
in the moonlight tangles
of hair and shivering fingertips,
but were we deaf ?
to the rain that began to scream ?
louder than those burning breaths ?
for alone now, we shiver.
no longer in love with goosebumps.
but cowering from this storm -
the whIRLWind of our souls.
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