Mar 2018
they are not mine.
the emotions
that flow through
the words,
dancing on the page,
running like
a river
in your mind
while in
mine
they are
a dry creek,
faked by
the sound of
the rain.
the emotions
that flow through
the words,
dancing on the page,
running like
a river
in your mind
while in
mine
they are
a dry creek,
faked by
the sound of
the rain.
