I
wake up
as it begins to
rain.
I
wake up
to
thunder
in my
veins.
Slightly dying –
this
bitter day.
I
wake up –
even as I fall asleep
in
your arms.
And sleeping,
the bitterness flies –
leaving only
dreams,
dreams of
you.
* * *
Art by: el.carna
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