2/14/18
Dark and wet
These memories we hold
Will forever be apart of us
These relations we mold
Will become a part of us
For we've known each other shortly
These, yes these events
Are the Universe's gentle hands coming down
In times of peace, of softness
With raindrops splashing on our face
To erode and shape us to the core
To be the people we were always meant to be.
This poem is about:
Me
My family