Run with me,
Into the sunlight.
At the edge of the forest where the water meets.
Together we could be happy again,
Not living in the past.
The past that haunted my dreams.
I'm still trying to move on,
Your helping with that,
Your brown eyes and curly hair,
A laugh that sends me to the moon.
Your my best friend.
My therapist.
Someone who's been there for me more then I have you.
Your pulling me out of my darkness and into the light.
The light that is somewhat dimmed and awaiting repair.
For now I'll run into the light I crave.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
