One hopeful promise after the other leads to more broken ones and never seeing you
three days turn to a week, and one more aching sunrise follows
it feels like forever, though somehow i endure the struggle
i miss you and all i want is to see your beauty in person
for i don't feel the same desire by those surrounding. in the space void of you. in the air i breathe it isn't as sweet and refreshing. but an endless state of wanting mixed with pain. because you're not here and instead they are. yet in those precious moments where ever we are or for how long—the need overcomes all of this torture.
-the need of
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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...
