Another storm ahead.
I don't know how to find you,
I don't know where you're at.
All I know is that, somehow,
we'll go through this together.
tossing us up and down.
When the rain is heavy
that it hurts our eyes.
When the thunder strikes
powerful and careless...
until I feel the touch of your skin
and I'll hold on tight
so that no force can break in.
Despite the fear and sharp pain,
together we'll pick up the broken pieces.
something beautiful will come to life.
Fragile, with thousands flaws,
destroyed and smashed by storms,
it will be unique, ours only,
love that raised up from the ashes.
Note:
This is the third poem I ever wrote. I guess this one could be considered free verse (correct me if I'm wrong). Any suggestion, advice or critique would be highly appreciated so feel free to share your opinion in the comments below.
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