Rough for me, please

Rough for me, please short poem

I don’t trust this calm,
This serene state of now
Clean and fair is fake,
Bitter black holds my charm.

Of course we’ll choose the light.
Though I love you more on darker days.
Burning, shining, crazed but real
Pulling you closer in my limitless haze.

See that capsized boat?
It was us, until the storm last night.
Thrashed us blue, searing wild,
And then it set us right.

It wasn’t a lull you wished for, I hope
That wish you made with a glance above…
My prayer is for a storm everyday
A storm is what I love.

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Beautifully captured in words, the excitement that love is wrought of and which everyone longs for…welcome to HOP and keep writing, we would enjoy reading more from you

Giedrius Koncius

I liked the principle of challenges. I would think that challenges is what tests the love. Does beloved person loves you trully – challenges is the way to know it. Thank you for sharing.


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