night three

night three

A 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.

© 2015 aisling virginia


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

191 Views
Added on June 6, 2015
Last Updated on June 6, 2015

Author

aisling virginia
aisling virginia

none of your damn business



About
I'm a crappy writer and I don't know what I'm doing with my life lmao. more..

Writing