rain falls in the city
as often as i fall to my knees.
droplets don't hit the ground
quite so hard as my knees
when they buckle beneath me.

one, two, three;
another step, another drop of water.
acid or tears - makes no difference
when one pollutes the ground
and one pollutes the heart.

you took my hand like the
summer wind took my breath.
but the wind doesn't stagger me
quite so much as your eyes do
when they pierce into mine.

hold onto me and
i'll hold onto you
through every storm.


AN: thinking about just compiling all my works into one story. thoughts?