To be with you.
Is like the sun being out in the middle of December.
Hard to forget but easy to remember.
Just the thought of being with you at this moment fills me with joy.
I am your girl.
And you are my boy.
Forever until the end of time you'll fill my heart with joy.
YOU ARE READING
Written by me, dedicated to you.
PoetryMy pen wrote the words I just couldn't seem to speak. I pressed my pen to the paper and out the ink began to leak. A bunch of secrets I could no longer keep. My poems are dedicated to you all, but written by me. M.B
