Milky Rain

The dripping noise of the rain feels longing,
the warmth of the bed sheet that feels half missing.

The rain lulls me to sleep tonight,
with an umbrella that is the moonlight.

I long for the milky rain,
the one we dont need an umbrella for.

Milky Rain


Nothing says love more than
simply being there
for someone who is crying their insecurities out on the floor
at 3 A.M.
bearing their pain
that is silence broken by the sound of their tears
knowing that this won’t be their last breakdown
and you choose to stay.
attraction brings you in,
but love makes you stay