Yesterday

The first minute of the last hour
feels like the raging wind
that seems to make the clouds dance
to and fro like the complicated rhythm of love’s soul
A steady downpour
of heavens blood and bitter words
forces the lover’s to wait
minute by minute
together
apart
while the storm plays a melody of anguish and pain
Lingering words
of silent whispers
are spoken
as time and fading
music fill the air;
tick tock
tick tock
they are too hurt to remember yesterday
when their souls were fused together by love

Man you write so beautifully...Awesome...

Thank you.

very sad and very cool at the same time

awesome!