Thinking of you
kept me up again
and I may be
dreaming myself
through
existence,
but when you
live in my brain
but don't sleep
in my arms,
I finally
understand
distance.
YOU ARE READING
For All The Young People,, Poetry
PoetryA book strictly dedicated to poems. Poems by myself, others (given credit), and you, if you'd like to submit. If you would like to submit a poem, leave a post/comment down below or PM me. *Rules for submitting*: -Preferred to have a title, not nece...
