Dear, me.
We've met, yet don't know a thing about eachother.
Surely we do, like no other.
'You' are the scent of pine I smell in the morning.
'You' are the birds that talk to 'me'.
'You' are breeze that caresses 'me' while mourning
'You' are the way animals cuddle for all to see.
'You' are the friend who sits close, silently by.
'You' are the clothes I wear, warm from all sides.
'You' know someday I'll find 'you', again and again.
As long as I do it doesn't matter when.
'You' are my smile, shining bright.
'You' are my love, just in sight.
Just know I see 'you' waiting for 'me'.
I believe 'you'll' set 'me' free.
Yet, 'you' will trap 'me', never let 'me' go.
'You', forever with 'me' all to show.
'You' are my love when all is right,
And for me I'll always fight.
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
