It was as if a slash of lightning, singed through me like
a comet in the dead of night.
It was as if a snarl of thunder, screamed alongside my weeping heart as I watched you go,
leaving nothing but a faint echo.
It was as if the clouds leaked
with blood of ink
now spilled across these sheets.
And just like taciturn kisses planted on your skin, I will be the heavy rain to leave you drenched and cold.
But never as cold as you.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
