somewhere
I lay on a bathroom floor
thinking about you
I see you everywhere
on a coffee shop
wasting the time we never had
or a inside a thunderstorm
the powerful imagery of chaotic light
reminds me of how much I miss you
and something inside of me keeps telling me I always will
I tend to look for you in empty spaces
crowded rooms
and I can't help but wonder if you ever think of me too
YOU ARE READING
silhouettes
Poetrypoetry & prose | to acquire knowledge of the power words can contain. expressive. obtained by truthfully experiences with life itself. or simply one powerful connection with a single silhouette a collection of thoughts and brief descriptions about l...
