I sit up at night thinking
about the things i could be doing. the places i could run to. the people i could talk to. But in order to even think of that i need you
The colors i see aren't as luminescent. vibrant. alive. with you the sky is a pink thrill unlike any other. the night harbors stars that are beyond pin pricks on a black canvas. you are the one who makes all this appear clearer—lucid.
-night life
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...
