Tears well up. streak down my face
it is from the thought of you—that i might forget everything
i miss the days we had. the feelings that never saw an end coming. your hands on my face when you leaned in to kiss me
the raspy breathless words falling from your lips—a response i will forever cherish
It is those moments
hours together and nobody but us
that remind me of what it means to live.
-losing the meaning
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...
