every time we met



every time your 

piercing blue eyes 

met my honey brown 

it would rain 

when your fingertips brushed against my skin

it would pour



now the sun is shining

and its so sickeningly warm

and we have turned

to ice 



  • Author: mylittleheart (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2017 16:44
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 81
  • Users favorite of this poem: alisha, Lex.


  • Louis Gibbs

    Sounds like 'it' stayed pretty wet there for a while before cooling off. I like your poem, Mylittleheart!

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