If you were my poem-
You would be my favorite poem.
I would keep you close.
I would read and craft you carefully every late night.
I would fill you with verses made out of pieces of myself…
Pieces of me that no one read before.
Verses of joy,
Of grief,
Of love.

I held your hand and dragged you into the rain-
It washed away all of my nightmares.
Under raindrops I saw a face that looked so pure and sincere.
It looked at me with it’s innocent eyes-
And they begged to be cared for-
And I fell in love again,
Under storm,
Just for a moment…
But then the rain stopped-
And you were there
And my love faded like it was not there