You help me through the day
without you my brain is inoperable
I wake up to your delightful smell,
the pit of my stomach is satisfied
from your flavorful presence.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Upon Poems
Poesía"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
