Relentlessly
Red
lips parting to whisper secrets
But I guess
it's the way
her hair
reveals the neck
he never forgets
Did you ever
notice how the tough
choices seem to leave
inevitable trails
of uncertainty
in our voices?
My thoughts
are disappearing
in the time between the seconds
Is that thunder in the distance?
There is always a story hidden
In
less than a second
the first
raindrops will start
to fall
Bones always
try to bend
under strain
But exposed to
more
than they can take
They cease resistance in praise
Maybe
it's too late
But I'll be waiting for you
Under
that old carpet beach I once told you about
By the lake
My thoughts are
disappearing in the time
between the seconds
Is that thunder in the distance?
There is always a story hidden
Underneath it all
In less than a second
the first
raindrops will start to fall