- " What am I to you?", he asked.
Oh, I wanted to say a zillion things.
You are like apricity,
like a butterfly sitting on a rose,
like Atlas, baking me cookies,
like Darcy, dancing with me,
like my favorite book and coffee,
But, instead of saying that,
I said, " my dearest friend."
-Samruddhi.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
