gray skies

when you cry

it brings drought to my eyes

you pour your whole soul

and 

it becomes a large toll

in the best sort of way

your beauty surrenders

and 

your constant heartbeat is all that's fighting

hitting metal concrete

and 

seas of pastures waiting for your touch 

to bring them alive once more

you cease pain for a moment

ease broken hearts and lost souls

tuck them away for the night and day

as i stand

under your grace

i can feel those before i 

feeling the tears as i do now

i no longer know

if it's i or you

but all the same to 

my cold hollow cheeks

Ankita Bhat