Meeting you, was like meeting the first rain drop of the storm.
Your scent, faint, sweet, alluring, drew me in, as I fell, hooked, and captivated.
It was about a shade of what was to come.
I had fallen for petrichor, but I wasn't ready for the rainfall that was to come.
I wasn't ready to believe that you would let me drown.
I am not ready, but here comes the storm.
YOU ARE READING
Questions to Our Answers.
Short StoryWe all are questions, In search of the right answers - Unwritten poems, Infinite verses, Waiting to be put into words. start=>27.3.2018 end=> start editting=> end editing=> completed...
