Ocean

Sun, 08/02/2015 - 02:52 -- El Jefe

Location

60608
United States

When the rain doesn't fall from Sky anymore, 

when it's raining from your eyes, 
were it drips so slow,
I'll gently row my boat down any stream, 
for even in the slightest of sight or that gleam in your eyes, 
baby you're valuable to me,
and never the less, 
you make pain go away,
who wouldn't wanna live life without stress?
This love is more important than gold I just hope you know, 
i just wanna kiss you and make babies till we're old. 
This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741