If the first person you think of when you wake up,
Is the reason for your happiness,
And the last person on your mind before you fall asleep,
The cause of your grief.
Then, honey, you are both equally well,
I taste remnants of what could have been in the morning,
But, at night I'm already halfway through hell.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
