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Published June 25, 2019
Lightning on my skin
Thunder in my soul
Heavy on my heart
You were my perfect storm
A dancer.
A dreamer.
The light to my dark.
And my sun from another sky.
Lightning on my skin
Thunder in my soul
Heavy on my heart
You were my perfect storm
And she was mine.
“You are my mirror. And through your eyes, I see the me I wish I was.”
Home wasn’t a place on the map. Not anymore. Home was lavender-scented linen and blue eyes and promise. And joy. So much joy.
Tell me something no one else knows about you,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.
I thought of all the things I kept hidden. Dark thoughts. And darker intentions. The lure of nothingness. And the fear that one day the clouds would return and block the sun forever.
Tightening my grip, I let her warmth seep through me. “I like ballet.”
Lightning on my skin
Thunder in my soul
Heavy on my heart
You were my perfect storm
"LIGHTNING ON MY SKIN
THUNDER IN MY SOUL
HEAVY ON MY HEART
YOU WERE MY PERFECT STORM"
“Gelsey might gift me with a dozen sunrises, but in the end, she’d leave me in the dark.”
“She wasn’t just the sun. She was the whole sky.”