The water falls,
like strands of broken hair.
White noise fills the space.
Rivers carry dirt we share.
We are safe.
The water falls,
like rain on stormy nights.
This place will keep us clean.
It feels right.
We are steam.
YOU ARE READING
Love into Words
PoetryA collection of sweet romantic poems I'll keep adding too (Cover drawn by me) Hope you like my poetry!
