Love is not like a sweet evening breeze,
That knocks on your window
Waiting for you to open your heart
It is a strong, wild wind
You double bolt your windows from
But it smashes the glass
Cuts you and you bleed
Forces you to go out on roads
And dance to its thunder
See this world in its flashes
When it pours itself on your universe
The world drops silent
And what remains is the rhythm
Of its pattering against your walls
Collapsed!!
Exposes you
Drenching you against your will
And at the end will leave you
Wishing this storm never ends
YOU ARE READING
More Than One Night
PoetryThis is straight from the torn pages of her diary. Her dreams. Her fears. Her expectations. Her disappointments. Her hatred. Her love. The way she fell in love and learned to fly. The way she wanted to be there with him more than just one night.
