First came the flood
The flood of feelings, touches, stares, and laughs
It was all-encompassing
The flood touched everything
It smothered
It drowned
And I let myself believe it would be like so always
Then came the drought
Not one drop remained
The torrents and currents of the flood were gone
All that was left were the memories
Memories of the laughter that filled the room, the fleeting moments of embarrassment, the long minutes of love-filled stares
Gone in a second
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning Of The End
Научная фантастикаThis is going to be a bunch of shitty poems and summaries that I write to cope with my life and the fact what could have been didn't. Maybe then when the end comes it won't hurt. THESE AREN'T EDITED. THESE ARE LATE NIGHT POEMS MEANT TO CLEAR MY MIN...
