Danger calls from outside your door,
A whisper in the night,
Chills down your spine,
You call her, face a mess,
She said, “it’s not right, how about another time?”
Drip, drip, drip,
The rain creates a rhythm,
Beating down hard on the window sill.
Wishing a shooting star would light up the sky,
But you know it never will.
Danger looks around, lurking all night,
A silent sound, a penny drops,
Heads or tails is just a game we play,
Spitting out truth or dares until the rain stops.
a never ending cycle.
S. K. Young