I want you to look at me,
the same way you look at her,
as if she's your rainbow after a dark, powerful storm.
But rainbows disappear a little too soon, isn't it ?
Try to hold the thunder, for once.
For when it'll die, it'll die along with you.
It'll burn along with you.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
