Weather~
The sky grew worrisome as the night progressed. A quell of thunder and a slew of tempered mess. My heart is heavy as are my shoulders. And my hands are aching, wishing they could hold hers.
But the tepid attitude made a blow to my hope. Now I'm dodging your bullets like a game of jump rope. Eyelids sinking lower and minds settling down. I'm clutching you closer because in this storm I'd surely drown.
YOU ARE READING
//recollections//
PoetryThis is where I'll post my own, little poems and such. They are all written by me and I am willing to let people use them if you ask. -a.p.c. (In no way are these poems about me. I write from the standpoint of relatable characters I have created.)
