White Noise

I hear rain on the roof tonight.

Do I weep or do I pray?

White noise bothers me--

silence that sings.

It can transform things

which hide inside my head.

Eager to leave

the burden of things,

but it doesn't mean 

I love you less.

Strange happenings when

two hearts collide.

With love like this,

I hope it sounds like rain. 

Reviews

[cheyenne s garcia]

pretty little piece to read. hope to hear more from you.