The struggle of these last few days
Melts away as I lay
With your head on my chest
Your heartbeat reteaches
My own to rest
The sound of your voice
Pulls me from the wreckage
Of the crash
I'm reviving
As the minutes pass
Darling holding you
Is Easter mass
YOU ARE READING
Radiant
PoetryGoing on my 4th year of struggling to write poetry, and she comes along. These are poems about Her. A friend of mine told me that since I met her, I radiate; therefore, this book is called "Radiant". Read, vote, comment, or ignore, but do enjoy.
