Overcast

No more

will I tolerate

your gentle storm

smudging its way

across my sky

 

It sits 

over the sun

and hardly

seems to care

where it is.

 

I wait for it

to blow over,

to dissapate,

to fade-

or move on.

 

But still

it lingers-

like that kiss

you gave me-

full and heavy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ You and Me

Overcast ►

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