i'm the rain and you are earth-
a rare mix of all things
lovely, and all things mad
sometimes you spin around so fast,
i have to throw hurricanes
and thunderstorms-
just to touch you
i did not mean to drown
parts of you
nor hurt you in any way
but i guess i did
and i'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
