There is a storm
threatening to tear this house we built
and this love
to dust.
My love, I am begging you
do not let our love end this way.
Take me back to that night
you broke curfew to lay beneath those blankets.
Back to that hideaway in the trees we found,
lost miles away from the rest of the world.
We made our life on poems and love songs,
your skin sweet like roses as I kissed your lips
at twilight.
My love, I am begging you
do not run away from everything we built.
YOU ARE READING
Rays in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
