You are my everything, in the sense that you make me happy, you make me sad, you make me cry, you make me angry, everything that I am is because of you.
The endless nights of smiling, the endless nights of crying, all of my precious time is deteriorating.
I had no reason to think differently because your perfect words were occupying my thoughts.
It's only when I ran out of time that I realized what everything was to me, and it was you.
I had nothing left, but I also had everything I didn't need.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
