it was a collision: colossal and magnificent and wonderful, crashing too fast, too much, yet she craved it like her fingers were scrabbling for something to hold onto in the storm. it was a storm. he was, she meant.
sometimes she
couldnt breathe because
the thought of him
was like
where stars
collide.
YOU ARE READING
Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*
Poetry//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks...
