He became you're something but you couldn't say everything.
To you he was tall as the trees,
strong as steel, he was your rock,
your smile, as wild as the ocean, and as mean as a beast,
But still you saw his light and his big smiles.
Yet you missed the way he looked at you, the way he grasped your hand, and the way he held you in his arms.
He was your beast, happy and free, demanding and mean;
Tall as the trees, strong as steel, and yours always yours.
YOU ARE READING
A few thoughts
PoetryPoetry is a different kind of story and I'd like to share some of it with anybody who's willing to Listen, Some are sad, some are happy, some are of pain, and some are of love, but none the less I hope you enjoy them.
