“I keep myself company by writing about you. I’ll let the ink run in hopes that it will bring to me your presence. I’ll tear the pages and smear the pen marks so i can calm in me the storm that craves for you so much. When i miss you, i run for the books. I trace the prints with my fingers and look for the words that line to me your smile. I love to look at the writing always. More often than not i have let the words hold me into a comfort when you can not.”
Poetry
you breathe ease into me and
have sown spring seeds in the bed of my lungs,
when i see you i exhale dandelions.
When the days feel dark
and the nights look darker,
I promise to be the eyes which find light for you,
and when one not be found
i promise to be that light for you.
When your heart feels heavy but your thoughts,
heavier,
i promise to sit down and listen to you;
tell me all that makes your mind congested,
may i sit and listen forever
if it is a means for you to move a little easier.
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