And as you lay sleeping in
your bed
I hope thoughts of me are
flooding your mind
like heavy rain
because you're like
constant thunderstorms to me
and I've never thought of
liking
the feeling of drowning
but I think that's how
this is going to end up
(d.c.l)
YOU ARE READING
The Process
Poesíathese are the words that pulsed through your lips the very first time they kissed you
