Dear to the girl who never gave up on me,
You had thunderstorms in your eyes and when you kissed me I felt lightning. Between every kiss, rain fell and I swallowed mouthfuls of it, promising not to let you flood, not to let you drown. I kissed away your tears, and you told me I shushed the thunder, I took away the ache in your bones. so when the thunder rattled my whole body, the rain never fell from my eyes because I was used to swallowing down the lump in my throat, I was used to looking up so the tears wouldn't fall from my eyes, so my cheeks wouldn't flood with rain, so the flowers in my lips wouldn't die. You were the only person that noticed they were fake flowers, that my bones were shaking and just couldn't be still and you took out the flowers and kissed my lips anyways. You pulled out the flowers and embedded in the roots of the fake flowers was my sadness. Thank you for taking the risk and kissing me even though my lips didn't hold real beauty. Thank you for seeing the beauty underneath the storm. Thank you for holding me through it.
Love, Ame.
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the art of loving her | completed
Poesía❝ Cold bones, yeah that's my love She hides away, like a ghost Does she know that we bleed the same? ❞ ••• A story about a girl who lost her love at a young age. Now lost and depressed, she goes on with her life, memories, and flashbacks of when her...
