Hold me when my eyes speak
Distance
Follow when they scream
Indifference
I am a slave to every inference
And hurt within the quiet
I swallow what I cannot
Describe
Daily these sorrows
Multiply
And when you are not by my side
I wonder if you miss me
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.
