I smell your smell
and I barely
can hold in
my tears.
I want your arms
around me
for hours
and waking up
with you
next to me.
Feeling safe
instead of
feeling as small
and useless
as I feel now.
Meaning something
in this world.
The idea
that someone is happy
that I am still here
with them.
But
I don't want that
from just someone...
I want that
from you...
YOU ARE READING
Black
Poesía[Black: a dark colour, mostly used negative and deep things.] My thoughts and words. ® 2014 Puck de Groot. All rights reserved.
