4:28 AM
there's no solace quite like
someone who holds you as you tremble in your nightmares
someone who spends their night fighting off all of your demons
when the street lamps glow
and the wind makes the trees dance just before the rain
requited love
is a treasure
found snorkeling the deepest oceans
among the most dangerous beasts
the darkest blue at just the right touch
turns the brightest shades of red
YOU ARE READING
The Wrinkle in Your Blouse
PuisiA diary of depression soaked poetry. Dated and timed by Yours Truly.
