Rain On Your Scarred Wrists
Standing with you, the heat from the rocks beneath our bare feet radiating through us as raindrops fall on our faces. For the first time since we met, I can see hope in your eyes.
We don't notice time, the cold or heat, just you staring at me staring at you, and that's our world, no-one else, no outer forces, just you and me, standing in the rain as eternities flash by in seconds.
It's short, but better than my other attempts lately. What do you think imaginary caring person?
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