Baskadia

&&.

More often, I've clasped a

rose with thorns bended

through my palms and still

never remorsed that i've

held it to bleed. For another

gasp , I knew A broken wound

would still close it's lesion

and become a new flesh

augment to grip.

I knew a downpour would

follow behind those stratus

clouds but still, I didn't ran

from being drenched and

let it fall in my cold palms

For i am cognize, rain

would just fall rarely, and

there's something warm

from it that calm my

sentimental nights .

i. Bad happenings have a reason behind, so even if it shatters you, never let the pain make you blind.

@unica