Their presence like a wave,
Washing in over me,
Finding the cracks
In my hard surface;
Filling me up
Then leaving,
Slowly
Breaking me
Down.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
Their presence like a wave,
Washing in over me,
Finding the cracks
In my hard surface;
Filling me up
Then leaving,
Slowly
Breaking me
Down.
This has a really nice rhythm to it. Very good poem!! ☺
Thanks Isabella!:D
Good poem
Blog name is on point. Salute on the rhythm
What I love is “their presence.” That can be many things to many people.
Thank you:D
I know the feelss! :'(