I find myself
Through the storm, and rain, and calm,
Coming back to you
When my thoughts are lost and jumbled,
It reminds me of you.
When I am calm and sober,
The tip of my toe catches on a little pebble,
And I find myself looking down at you.
Whether it was something you said,
A story you told,
A show you like,
A hint of your history...
Or maybe even something you did,
The stars in your eyes,
The smiles,
How you laugh...
The maze of my mind
has made all my dead ends
your face.
And this is a problem.
Don't you know that I'm trying to find myself right now?
And how am I suppose to find myself
When all I come up with
Is you?
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Breathing and Other Concepts
PoetryPoetry about L words. Life, lessons, and (don't tell my mom) love. Moving on from your home town is difficult, but not near as difficult as leaving your first love. Do they know how much you adore them? No. Do you hesitate anyway? Yes. This story...
