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.

if it was someone I knew I would add more detail, that's jut my imaginary emo that I write about, it's like I'm writing as if the two sides of my personality are standing together.