Two tortured souls
Cross paths in the storm
One wears a coat
Soggy and wet that drags him down
The other one wear glasses that distort her world
Makes it scary and dilutes the light
They met in the rain
With gray clouds swirling above
She tore off his coat
He stomped on her glasses
And they kissed
Two tortured souls crossed paths in the rain
And they never want to diverge ever again
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PoetryI used to Overthink until my brain swelled and my eyes dripped blood but someone hit me with an antidote and now my vitals are stabilizing. Pulse quickens and body temperature rises until I'm on fire
