i appreciate your gifts
your gestures
and hope i do more
i want to satisfy you
make you happy
but i seem to stumble around
unaware of what to do
and i know that my words aren't much
my written ones, however,
are more powerful and meaningful
it's true confirmation of the time taken
to truly prove what you mean to me
and i will never stop writing
i will never stop saying
how much i dream about you
how much i adore your smile
the quiver of your lip as i help myself
i just want to show you your effect
on me and the way i act
i will never let you go
i can't ever see you go
i want to be yours
my head in your hands
wiping my tears
tell me, dear
what are we?
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
