You charmed your aura into my stormy
mind, the way lightning marks the sky,
its sharpness lingering long after
its brilliance fades but still not
forgotten when we can't see it.
You make cracks in the clouds
and the light that shines through
is a reminder that the storm within me
is just a repeating cycle of thoughts,
all telling me things I'll never be.
So please don't stop cutting through
these clouds, because I need you
to be my light in this darkness.
YOU ARE READING
Love x Stitches
PoetryBetween the fairy tales and tragedies blooms love, best in the face of adversity to revive a purpose lost to jealousy, concealed by a trust of faithful blindness, and not always ending in happily ever after. [ : : : ] A collection of poetry...
