Everyday, I think about you
I compare others to you, the things they do.
Lots of things they do,
Just like you.
The way you talk,
The way you smile.
All of these things,
They do just like you.
It's a terrible habit I have to say, but with you always being my sweet hope;
All I can really do
Is smile at the things
That I love about you the most.
And I've come to realize,
That with all of this thinking;
It's you that I've always wanted.
You are always there,
Begging me to return.
...
And so all of these things that they do,
They do it just like you,
To tell me that I need to go back.
I need you.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
