Stop The Rain From Coming.

A poem about loving someone with the certainty of disaster and the faith of a miracle.

If heaven exists it’s both of us in one armchair reading the same book,

I love you like the drowned loved water,

I write with the burnt hand about the fire,

Nothings ever really quiet,

But I expect u to stop the rain from coming.

If hell exists it’s the realisation that we only have one shot,

I love you like a moth to a flame, 

Even with a million re-runs I’d love you the same,

Nothings ever really finished,

But I expect u to stop the end from coming.

If love exists its what I’m wallowing in now,

No matter the weather, the when, the how.

Jesus was a sailor when he walked on water,

I’m the blade the wound and she who’s slaughtered,

No matter your intentions I am succumbing 

But I expect you to stop the rain from coming.

Author's Note

A short poem I wrote a few days back, wanted to give this website a crack to see how it all works. new to letting other people see what I write, so constructive criticism welcome!

Reviews

[Marie Kinnett]

This was really beautiful. The image being presented through this poem is clear. Loved this.
- Love Marie