I want someone to be the paint
that fills the cracks of my wall
making me full of color
radiant and vibrant
to come to explore
the world with me
allowing me to
ease their sorrows
making them feel warmer
warmer than the hot days in July
able to make them laugh and smile
I want to fill that void
they hide behind
with sunken eyes
and an aching back
to know what's on their mind
and not be sorry
- I don't mean to sound like too much
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoésieA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
