waves of emotion run through my veins as if my entire being was only made to feel this way
the colors are brighter
the sounds are clearer
and the world makes just a little bit more sense
at least it does when he's here
but when he's gone, it's like the waves stand still
the colors fade to black
and sounds are mumbled
numb
I feel numb when he's absent
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThese are poems that I have written in the last couple of years. No idea if they are any good but I like them.
