(another continuation of you are water)
my mother always told me not to play in the rain.
"come inside! you'll get sick!"
i was never one to listen.
especially not now.
especially not because you keep running back.
you're pouring down on me.
and i'm soaking it all in.
every
last
drop
YOU ARE READING
Personal writings
RandomThese are just a few of my personal poems or free writes I do in my spare time. Please do not copy or use without permission.