And the love poures down
Hitting me hard.
It consumes me by the second,
Taking me down as I fall.
A love so strong,yet so pure.
I feel it soak me,
A cloak hiding my identity
Begging for it to never run dry.
But then the love starts to drip
Gathering at my feet,
Creating puddles for him to splash into.
My heart feels like a desert
And I've come to find that
Occurrences like these are my oasis.
~commontrippers~
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