This dark night reminds me of you
The cold air and darkness too
Where are you right now I wonder
As I sit hear listening to the thunder
The shadows remind me of you
Always there but never seen
Although you give off a different vibe
They still remind me of your warmth
So many questions left unanswered
Too many stories left untold
The day shall come when all is known
But that day is blurry and unknown
YOU ARE READING
Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
