He was crying lightning
An impulse from the brain
Unable to ignite his bones
Only serving to drain
A sense of melancholy
For a poor boy so young
Each breath had become a curse
Not a gift from his lung
She was crying lightning
There was calm before the storm
In the eye of the hurricane
Her boy was never warned
A sense of compunction
As once again she rolled the dice
Not once doubting the idiom
Lightning never strikes twice
They were crying lightning
Protons and electrons collide
As she whispered her secrets
Into his ear she confides
A sense of duality
They caress each others spark
Yet they're no longer static
As they emerge from the dark
good job!
infact i even spent time trying to work out how to change the order of the poems on my front page so it would read correctly lol
but then i realised i preferred having the latest deviations first
i wish you would do more videos though of your drawings!
you are very welcome and I am really happy that you liked it
XD