Poem #5




It Rains, It Pours
Looking through the fog of your halo
Wonderful confusion makes me not want to leave
We lie to the world
While we lay in bed
Angel wings fall like rain
A storm of irrational situations
Live in the past, present and future
Outside of time the choices we choose
Not to make
Play themselves out in a world
Not known to us
What keeps my heart beating
Is knowing that we are together
Not hear
But there
Somewhere across the universe
Our bodies burn like the distant stars
Begging to touch
Longing to intertwine our paths.

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