Who will be there,
in the midnight hours when you cry yourself to sleep.
Who will be there,
when you don't feel like existing.
Who will be there?
When you're in your glory,
smiling at the world,
seeing life like you've never seen it before.
Who will be there?
Because I?
I will be here always.
Through the good and the bad.
I'll be here to support you through your ups and downs.
Because I,
I might not look like it,
but honey, I've seen it all.
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!
