Afiqah 1h

I got to breathe
maybe just not the same
like when the stars
take its little peep past daylight
bringing soft little cheers
to raise the love in our souls
to synchrony
and I think that’s why
there is no scar in happiness
to show
how our hearts ache
for deep storms and thunders
to come through and
keeps us loving the risk
of being found in each other

-a.

Afiqah Jun 19

it was always hidden
in the welcoming smell of rain
no matter
how soft and quiet
or how heavy and stormy
they came
in all sorts of drizzle
either way,
nothing else could beat
to the wild, lingering, raw sound of it
and
to feel you through
my flawed skin
over again

-a.

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