It was like sipping on wine.
When your hand was in mine.
At times I would wondered.
What it would be like to sober.
But it's you.
It's you.
Just you and only you.
When I closed my eyes you were the center of my world.
Nothing on, I was always alone.
At times I wondered.
Would you ever take me if I sobered?
But it's you.
Without you I was made of glass.
Always in danger of breaking.
But it's you.
Is that true?
But somehow I can't wait.
Can't wait, can't wait...I can't wait.
For you to come over.
Just when I thought it was over.
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Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs
PoetryHey all! This is just a collection of primarily free-verse poems I've created. Every poem is a different flower with a theme. To give the feeling of warmth and healing. With a sprinkling of finding resilience from within. That is the overall goal. E...
