we had a beautiful ending
that rivaled the utter majesty of our
lovely little beginning.
but nobody remembers the rain:
it's the thunder and lightening
and great, raging winds
that remain.
YOU ARE READING
the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets
Poesíathe life of two, shown in one ~a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey stuff that will probably make you vomit blood~
