The New Story

You’re stranded there in the middle of nowwhere
Hoping that the weather might bequeath some care,
But it rained on you despite how much you prayed,
And you begin to cringe as dry land evades.

So Baby, leave the floods behind!
Please fly home to your heart’s sunshine,
Take my hand and you’ll be just fine,
This could be our new storyline.

Stranded in the confinement of your frowsty room,
Must you still anchor yourself in silly tunes?
You’re already running out of supplies and soon
You’ll have to wake up from this unfriendly gloom.

So Baby, leave the floods behind!
Please fly home to your heart’s sunshine,
Take my hand and you’ll be just fine,
This could be our new storyline.

One Moonlit Night

So, as they sneaked away one moonlit night, holding their dear lives together at the back of their faithful white ride. The air was calm, the breeze tantalizing. The moon followed the young hearts as they traversed the city back and forth.
It was late.

What the world didn't know was that two beautiful souls soared upon the October sky, sharing dreams and laughter, the worth of which nothing could ever compare. Nothing was ever that beautiful !!!
It was fate.

Home they went, the two young hearts. Thrilled and animated, painting rainbows all over their humble existence. Time slipped away with haste, as coffee were sipped away with taste. They needed no one. They had each other.
It was great.

She

She wanted to die

But religion forbade her so,

She wanted to love

But it was only corporeal,

She wanted to move on

But she was stuck with time,

She wanted to be free

But it rained continuously.