poetry (cuz i'm gay n shii)

the brisk air flows out of my fan

the temperate air flows in the wind

the gentle but strong flow of the nearby stream

the words that flow off of my tongue

every little thing that flows-

my love for her never goes

note: i don't know where i was going with this i just typed what came to my mind ik it's actual trash the belongs in the bin but it's out there now