Sunday, March 1, 2015

Wear This Ring, Darling Drizzle


I, in rain held you close, carved our names in the dark, watched as swans tied you to yourself in an effort to keep you warm for the winter. I, in rain, whispered the word in your ear and promised no one is wrong here, that the light is near and solutions are rising to take me as I am in an effort to see if we could twist tradition and let me ask you to spend forever feeling this way as we fall in love over and over again before Darkness takes us and Death himself finally dies. 

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