Safe Haven
The cold wind hits my face hard. I cling on to him, as he zooms. It’s dark. It’s cold. And I’m numb. I bury my head into his jacket, and hold on as tight as possible. Closing my eyes, with my hands inside his jacket’s pockets, I take in as much of his warmth as I could. We don’t say a word. It’s too cold to talk. When I look behind, there are no vehicles. Ahead of us, there are none either. It was just us. It was just me, with the only person I’ve ever wanted to be with. Fast driving has always given me the creeps. But sitting behind him, I wasn’t scared at all. I let him sweep me away. The moments…they were just magical! And trust me, when I say so, it really felt like that. We drive for hours. By the time we reach, I cannot move. The fog slowly starts clearing, as we climb the cliff. And when I cannot pull myself up, he lends me his hand. We stand there, on the cliff, watching the sunrise, letting the warmth reach us, and he still holds on to my hand. I wasn’t very cold any ...
your poems are really great and your drawings to. your very artistic!
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ReplyDeleteHi! I'm C. I saw your comment on Rien's post. You have a cool blog! That drawing is beautiful. wow. It's amazing. And I love the title. It adds even more to the picture.
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ReplyDeleteLots of love,
RollingStone007
She looks...familiar...
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love the drawing
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