Poetry Project, v. 10.0, Day 18

if you're lucky


if you're lucky,
you get to know someone
on a level that defies description,
to see the storms that rage in their eyes,
where the passion burns brightly just under the surface,
and you get to watch it break,
like the waves crashing upon the coastal rocks,
and that person has that one little moment,
to decide if they will let the tide roll over them
or not.
if you're lucky,
you get to know someone.


Thanks for reading,
Me