I love the rain like this,
when it hits the ground
like a tempest,
your skin like hot wax,
and your eyes like flames.
The air between us so
still it could break.
I wish I could pour my heart out
but I don’t know how,
as the night gets thicker
and darker,
the silence gets longer.
If you are going to touch me,
you better do it soon.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
I love the rain like this,
when it hits the ground
like a tempest,
your skin like hot wax,
and your eyes like flames.
The air between us so
still it could break.
I wish I could pour my heart out
but I don’t know how,
as the night gets thicker
and darker,
the silence gets longer.
If you are going to touch me,
you better do it soon.
