He reached the jar
it was empty
The pitcher she poured
came out dry
Any blanket he held
let the winter inside
For a spark of light she prayed
withered out in darkness
For this was all they had
instead of I love you
YOU ARE READING
Inside of Me
PoetryPoems and words from inside of me. Some are random thoughts, others are pictures painted with words and some are a little bit of both.
