Chapter two
It was different when I was with you. The air seemed so light instead of suffocating.
I see colors much brighter as well.
You're one of me, one of us, the average, the overlooked,
and yet here you are, making the most average person feel so special.
You make me feel like sunsets do matter, as much as sunrise do.You make the songs that weren't written about you seem like they are.
You're no different. But you're special. Not quite unique, but still distinct.
You are you.
And I love that so much.
~nez
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YOU ARE READING
Soft-spoken
Poetry" Poetry, dedicated to the fallen lovers, the broken friendships, and letters I could not send to someone. Poetry dedicated to you, dedicated to the aching hearts and the healing ones. Poetry for those who has their minds embellished with the thoug...
