you
as the rain battered your blond hair you stood
stoic in all regards of the word
my hair plastered to my face I looked up at you
defeated, shivering, helpless, thoughtless
you
our friends ahead of us were huddled for the little warmth there was left
why weren't we?
why did we let our rain-soaked bones sit in piles alone?
why did I want your hand on mine so badly?
why were your eyes the color of the sky?
we must have twin colds now
maybe then we will finally be warm
YOU ARE READING
words for when the sky is blue
Poetrywelcome to the inside of my brain welcome to my ramblings and emotions and the stars and blue galaxy hands and open hearts beating on tables and the scent of rain my brain [featured by @hepburnettes]
