It's dark,
The fire crackles,
warming me from the cold world outside,
much like your voice,
comforting me in my darkest nights.
it's cold,
You shine brighter,
than the stars on this dark winter night.
my mind is not my home.
The way you hold me,
it's like a hug from a friend you haven't seen in years,
but 1,000 times better.
It's dark,
Your smile is so powerful,
meaningful,
oh how I wish I could see it forever.
it's cold,
And your laugh,
it's enchanting,
I feel like I'm in a fairy tale,
and it's all because of you.
my mind is not my home.
You,
you are the best thing to ever happen to me,
I want you,
forever and always,
you,
you are my home.
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!
