I sit here,
alone,
left with only the thought of you.
How I wish you'd just show up at my front door,
or we'd run into each other somewhere.
Anything to see you,
any kind of chance I'd get I'd take it.
Just for you.
And only you.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
