You can't love the rain and seek shelter in its presence

Fri, 04/28/2017 - 22:04 -- Xanthia

I told you I was water.
You said you loved the rain.
Yet, my touch made you shiver.
And it turns out
That depth terrifies you.
And I,
Well I was the ocean.
-Harleigh Stillwell

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