I'm eager for the day
When someone looks at me
Like I'm the only person here.
Like I am the brilliant florid orange
That paints the morning sky.
Like I am the billions of stars
That dance in the sky like
Dreams in the wind.
Like I am the sweet scent of wild flowers
Lingering in the fresh spring air.
Like I am someone who isn't
So easily forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always been a beacon of light leading me through the dark abyss I sometimes find myself in. When the waves crash over my head, when I am being pulled to the bottomless expanses of my mind, these words wrapped around me and pulled me to th...
