I've been writing poems,
With tears forming words,
I fill infinite pages of love,
Yet something is missing,
And maybe that's you,
There are spaces in between,
Which are completely dry,
Waiting to be touched,
So come,
Let's satisfy those spaces,
And turn them into wonderful pieces,
For everyone to see,
And go in a state of awe,
It's you,
Only you,
Who can do that,
Bring my work to life,
Make them breathe,
It's worthless without you,
Because something's missing,
And maybe just maybe,
That's you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesíaIf you're the one who's tired of trying, If you're the one who's had it enough, You might like my work
