On the top of the world
At the highest point
Of the view
Which you can possibly reach
In this low positioned town
There was you
So beautiful and high
Like rainbow is
After summer hail
But it was no transitory rain
That we had experienced that night
It was a fucking storm
Raging above us
Gods thunders
And lightning bolts
Surrounded us
As if the devil itself
Was trying to define us
Holding us hostage
With no escape
As there is
No escape
From you.
YOU ARE READING
Expiration date 08/2018
PoetryI hate summers For their empty sense Yet You Made This one Pretty tense And as much as I love Autumn for it's vintage glory I kinda wish there was no end for this summer story
