Insta Poems - "drip"
- hannahtroyiswritin
- 4 hours ago
- 1 min read
drip
the faucet drips in perfect rhythm
it’s the only sound you can hear in the quiet
drip
drip
drip
you are alone
that’s how you like it
quiet and alone
you don’t miss people
you don’t know how to
so you sit in silence
cabernet bottle gripped tightly
drip
drip
drip
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