he is the sunrise that kisses me on a cold winters day,
just to say i am still here.
he is the cool breeze that presses against my skin,
to remind me to keep going forward.
he is the rain that washes all the sadness away,
to teach me to let go, and start new.
on the darkest of nights, where i am found jumbled in my own
thoughts.. where i can not fathom the idea of him gone.
i ask myself why he had left me.
when really he hadn't left me at all,
he is the brightest stars on the darkest nights sky.
just to say, i am still here.
i did not die.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
he is the sunrise that kisses me on a cold winters day,
just to say i am still here.
he is the cool breeze that presses against my skin,
to remind me to keep going forward.
he is the rain that washes all the sadness away,
to teach me to let go, and start new.
on the darkest of nights, where i am found jumbled in my own
thoughts.. where i can not fathom the idea of him gone.
i ask myself why he had left me.
when really he hadn't left me at all,
he is the brightest stars on the darkest nights sky.
just to say, i am still here.
i did not die.
