I'm caught in your arms
you're hugging me close and your strength ceases to waver unlike the life before you where no certainty lived
for good reason i don't want to move, because once i get up our moment will be gone
the warmth radiating from your body heats my soul. the tight embrace that like a glue
the sweet murmur of your voice in my ear, tickling my neck causing goosebumps to rise up and all over my body
keeps me sane
because when i stand without you i can only think of one thing
you.
-8pm
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
