White Noise - Poem

Here's a new/old poem for y'all!

You're the whisper in the grass

You're the sound of rain

You fill the hole in my heart

You hide me from trouble

The grass no longer sings

No more is peaceful rain

The hole is growing and trouble is rising

Where did you go

I want to feel YOU again

I miss the taste of rain on my lips

The sound of wind in the trees

All I hear now is white noise

You were my closest friend

Now you feel so far away

We used to fly so high!

All that's left is a sigh of what we used to be

I'm thinking of using this at Fine Arts...

Thanks for readin!

-Bray