So they fell in love.
Slowly they fell.
Falling into each other.
Slowly becoming one.
Dancing in the sky.
It is only them.
And slowly they interlock their lips.
They look into each other eyes and they see their soulmate.
They grip each other.
They hold each other.
In their palms they feel each other.
Holding tight. Never letting go.
What is it?
The sky roars God screams.
Rain falls. Lightning flashing.
The cloud they danced on fades.
And slowly they fall.
Their hands slowly let go of each other.
Love doesn't mean you can have them.
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lonely endeavor
RomanceShort writings of life and love. My inner thoughts of love written down.