On rainy days,
you always get that way.
Like the grey clouds
so heavy,
thin lips pressed
so tightly,
that the pink,
it dissolves to white.
I saw that look in you tonight.
I saw in your brown eyes
That guarantee,
The two seconds it took
You to feel alive
That you’ll be dead by three.
But honey, you’ve found
What you need in me.
You’ve found your immortality.
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