Literature
rain for dark nights
You were privy to my thoughts,
when we walked along the stones with running water as our ambiance,
telling stories of our past,
a lasting impression left,
and right in its expectations,
vindicated in laughter,
implicated of what truly does,
today,
matter...
the scraps of woes and heartfelt sorrows can only eat so much at us,
before even time gets bored of such...
problematic conversations..
do tell of your happiness instead,
for ones so hurt seem to be stronger in the end,
we have this gift,
you see,
we easily forget....
and we believe,
we breathe,
untethered as the wind!
a stronger stance,
not known to men that are but s