you are the smell of cigarette smoke and weed
the feeling of rain on my skin
you are thumbing through the pages of a book
listening to a cd over and over again
you are the softness of my bed sheets
and the warmth that i need at the end of my day
you are comfort
you feel like home
YOU ARE READING
drugs & candy
Poetrythese were for him. but now they're for you. //#1 in personalwriting 04/18/20