night threeA Poem by aisling virginia
as the thunder rolls across my
windowpanes, i'm reminded of the time you told me how much you like thunderstorms. you love how they feel so boundless, free, and powerful. how the electricity in the air coupled with the icy raindrops hitting your skin makes you feel alive. i suppose you were a thunderstorm in a way. dark and brooding, but flashes of energy would spark out of your lips, leaving a charred, but somehow pleasant taste in the air. you were my thunderstorm, for a while at least. i guess i was never more than a drizzle to you.
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Added on June 6, 2015 Last Updated on June 6, 2015 Authoraisling virginianone of your damn businessAboutI'm a crappy writer and I don't know what I'm doing with my life lmao. more..Writing
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