Wonderwall
I'm so full of words
so full of thoughts and feelings
I do not even know where to start emptying
our rivers of words
into your palm.
All I know is that no
matter how long my
river flows,
out of all the water droplets
that graze your skin
only one will matter.
It will make you realize
that my river can flow
forever
Because there will never be enough words
to sum you up.
You are my wonderwall.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.