Cold is the day, darling
Would you pull me closer,
Warm me with your words?
Would you be there,
With warm dinner,
Waiting for me?
Would you kiss me,
And pull me closer,
Embrace me in your arms,
And say, "I'm here."
Waiting for you,
My days pass by,
Without you in it.
YOU ARE READING
Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
