In the wake of a new morning light,
My eyes flutter open and all I think of is you.
In a sea of unfamiliarity, all I search for is you-
My heart yearns to see more than just a glance, more than just a smile.
I love the way your eyes convey your feelings-
( I hope that is what you are thinking)
But most of all I love the way you seem to make everything perfect-
Like everything isn't the way it seems- like everything is right.
YOU ARE READING
In the Wake of a Morning Light
Short StoryMy collection of poems and thoughts that I thought I'd publish because I am painstakingly narcissistic.
