Isn't it funny we dealt with it the same way.
We ran to woods at the end of the day.
I was the one who talked to you the whole while
And I was the one, who helped you reclaim your smile.
Yet when I when I ran off, there was a cruel twist of fate
Because off to go find me, went the girl that you hate.

And I hate her for it.

The grey clouds shift and swirl above my head,
slowly, almost imperceptibly getting darker;
as if anger has forced a flush of colour to their cheeks.
I crane my neck, searching for the transformation
of anger to grief; for the tears to pour out,
to rain down on those of us below that don't mind
being a shoulder to lean on.

(C) 23/6/14
Courtney L

I ******* love when our eyes meet, and you give that cute little stare. Wow*
I hate the screech your sliding door makes every time I come in
I like how comfortable I feel with you
I love that there's no *******. When we're together, it's just us and nothing else matters
I love kissing you, *******, making you laugh and smile
I like that it's a secret, you're like a perfect escape

Mist is a kiss,
Upon my bare skin,
In the middle of night in the rain,
A lover's caress,
A joy in each drop,
The love that falls from above.

In darkness I stand,
Each drop and each sound,
The peace of the valley below,
A kiss and a touch,
A whisper and blush,
The rain is my lover and friend.

I dance in the dark,
To a song no one knows,
As my skin is caressed by the rain,
My hips they do sway,
My arms are upraised,
My thanks for the kiss of the rain.

There is no joy,
As complete as mine now,
Out all alone in the rain,
No sound can be heard,
But the ****** of rain,
Here so far from the town.

Each splash of a drop,
A whisper, a touch,
It brings such joy to my soul,
My lover, my friend,
The life giving rain,
The moisture makes love to my skin.

Mist is a kiss,
Upon my bare skin,
In the middle of night in the rain,
A lover's caress,
A joy in each drop,
The love that falls from above.

~The Love That Falls From Above by Bethany Davis, June 7, 2014

uninspired by life we talk of death deaths freedom
into the unknown and unknowable
we can imagine any kind of afterlife any kind of heaven
it wont do any harm to play with thoughts of forever
and it does **** the time while we wait in line

Like caterpillars
Able to crawl out cocoon    
As a butterfly

leaving a situation can be beneficial
not forgetting we take ourselves
into our new surroundings