you were a hurricane,
a calm center
surrounded by a deadly storm.she was the aurora borealis,
a beautiful light show
of a million brilliant colors.and me?
i was but a star,
burning and dying,
watching as the two of you
closed in on both my sides.will she hate me?
you asked.
will she hate me?
she asked.
i don't know, i don't know.do you love me?
you asked.
do you love me?
she asked.
i...
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the art of loving you
Poetryall the things about our makeshift love that i think about when i am half asleep. -x- [ highest rank: #274 in poetry ] [ 2015 - 2016 ]