Kingdom of Storms
In a kingdom full of storms
The weather laughed
And the temperatures slammed
You warned me of the updraft
But my mind always strayed to eruptions
Only this time it's not rash
It's reaching for your hand
Only to find the air empty of your warmth
YOU ARE READING
Honey Drops and Pen Stains
PoetryTravesty, overcome by little else but life's muses; It's jokes. All of this is my original poetry, please do not steal
