Homeless Love Story

You and me against the World. Living on a prayer, for real. I will protect you girl, from the cold, as it ravages the breath and sends them inside. I will protect you from hunger, "those are your favorite, I am not very hungry anyway". I will pretend to slip occasionally, to make you gasp, as we walk along to nowhere and everywhere Nomads of society that they cannot see so clear. I will protect you from the savages and the opportunists. I will protect you from the ghouls and hopelessness that sneak overhead, black clouds like vultures, death eaters with no preference or conscience. I will find us a way to get back up, where you can relax and know a better day. She says, "you are my everything", and he knows, she means it. Love is not homeless, it found one- sheltering from the storm.