its midnight. if we're caught who knows what trouble we'll be in. but we don't care. we run through the street, the rain drops hitting my head. our shoes are soaked and my hairs a tangled mess. but once again, we don't care. you turn and smile at me. you wrap your hand around mine and pull me with you. we are running faster and faster. my feet flying under me, the cool rain soaking into my skin, and your bright smile. "so where to for the next adventure?" You ask me with a spark of mischief. I'm so glad you asked.
YOU ARE READING
For The Broken
Poetryfor those who stay awake all night. the overthinkers. the lonley. the forgotten. the used. the walked all over. the mistaken. anyone who has ever questioned their existence. the broken. a glimpse into my mind.
