My Darkest Hour of Desire

by Aimee Beniquez
(New York, United states)

As the rain comes down,
I stand under the moonlit night,
I wait for you and while I do I can taste the rain,
I see your pale skin and your brown eyes,
I cant wait for our night to begin,
I wear a crimson dress the color of fresh blood,
As the cold breeze brushes across my smooth skin,
As you get closer I smell your sweet scent,
Somewhat floral, at times makes me dizzy enough
to make me forget my morals,
I can hear your heartbeat,
And I can hear your voice,

As you call to me I run through the rain to meet you,
But then you vanish,
I realize it's not you anyway,
It's been four years since you passed away,
I can't seem to forget you,
And I don't think I ever will...