What is weird about today,
is how it's badly pouring outside,
yet I feel warm.
Was it because of the cup of coffee?
Or was it because,
it's now that I have come to realize,
that I can strive,
despite the storms of life?
YOU ARE READING
We're Luminescent
PoetryThese are the words that never came out of my lips--the words I've left unsaid. For you are my poetry, and I can only hope you know. Back in time, when we we're luminescent, or so I thought.
