NocturnaCerminara

there is an untold narrative behind the storm clouds in your eyes; (and it’s like I can almost, almost hear you but the sound of thunder always drowns you out) I sometimes wonder if that’s why you always seem to find peace in the raging thunderstorms here - I know 25 minutes into the downpour, I can always find you watching, rapt (from the comfort of our ancient, creaking metal balcony) as the heavens scream and bleed and pour out their hearts to you; (the porch screams and the sky screams and inside, I know you are screaming, s c r e a m i n g too) & did you know, dear, that the way rainbows dance like iridescence on last nig

there is an untold narrative behind the storm clouds in your eyes; (and it’s like I can almost, almost hear you but the sound of thunder always drowns you out) I sometimes wonder if that’s why you always seem to find peace in the raging thunderstorms here - I know 25 minutes into the downpour, I can always find you watching, rapt (from the comfort of our ancient, creaking metal balcony) as the heavens scream and bleed and pour out their hearts to you; (the porch screams and the sky screams and inside, I know you are screaming, s c r e a m i n g too) & did you know, dear, that the way rainbows dance like iridescence on last nig