the clouds roll west, like the pages of our love story. i read to the right, as they parade to the left. in the beginning, we were a crystalline blue sky, no shade of darkness or strike of lightning to break us. and we ran miles and miles, barefoot, into the infinite horizon. oblivious of the roaring thunder and the freezing rain ahead, on it's way to darken our days, and drown us out, it carried us in the currents of the streams in the cracks of the streets, where every day we would meet, to grow our love, like flowers, in the sprays of the sunshine and look up to the sky to tell heaven and the angels and their beds of clouds the pages of our love story.
YOU ARE READING
aching heart
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING
