This couch isn't the same anymore. it doesn't feel right
a composed day and an exhausted night
providing no comfort to the spice that lies on my tongue
the air is dry. dead without your presence
a part is here. a memory on these cushions. a day burned forever into my mind.
-8:8:18
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...
