Sweet poison.

She stood by the window,watching the pelting rain.

The sad turquoise gaze wandering to the barren path in vain.

As solitude enveloped her in its unyielding embrace,

Her delicate hands clutched those worn pieces of paper,that offered solace.

Oh! such a sweet poison it was,that black cursive hand.

A forgotten promise to return from a faraway land.

As the wind and rain did a carnal conga,to the beat of the thunder.

Into the alluring wildness of the weather ,she stepped,with nothing to hinder.

She danced to the tune of the howling winds.

And the rain caressed those broken promises ,with its moist hands.

As she watched, those lies melted before her eyes.

The sheet fell to her feet,and she smiled severing old ties.