Stuck in a middle of a crazy storm,
'nothing on the road that could take us home.
But, there you are smiling, and I wonder why.
You say, "We've never been this close before, just you and I."
I guess it doesn't matter where we are;
our shoulders all wet, but we're cozy and warm
under a tiny umbrella that could barely fit two
in each other's arms like on stuck on glue.
We don't have anywhere else to go,
so let's stay in the rainstorm where we could be alone.
09.02.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoesíaLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
