Raining Cocaine
We climbed up to the top of the rock.
You laughed as I grabbed your hand
Your left slide almost fell off
The strings on your hoodie too tight.
We sat down together
You joked about jumping off
I laughed as it started raining
Then hailing
Still you didn't complain.
I kissed you
You kissed me softer than before
Like there wasn't a rush anymore
The moment became addicting.
Maybe it was your eyes
The way you played with your hair
I refuse to know for sure
For now
I'll blame it on the cocaine rain.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
