I say your name like
It is a prayer
and god will only ever turn to me once
when my one hand meets another
I recall you like
I'm holding together water
in my palms
for your arrival
and if the lines on my skin dried
before they could touch your tears
my religion would fade into fiction
YOU ARE READING
The Language of Rain
Poézia[TW :- CRINGE] Here, burns the bonfire of my heart. this is a random collection of poems and thoughts.
