you never became my light
yet your hands served as my guide
we both stumbled our feet
through the painful rocks
blinded by the darkness
that the world serving to us
you never became my light
yet your words calmed me enough
whispering sweet nothings to my ear
to brush out their words that are rough
you never became my light
yet your kisses dried my tears
your thumb caressing me slowly
soothing up my swollen cheeks
you never became my light
yet you became my fire
giving heat to my body
to the days I wanted to die
YOU ARE READING
HDAWFIL (on-going)
Poetryin the world full of chocolates and roses here's a book full of my proses to the girl I love hope you'll like this
