You thought yourself
as nothing and yet to
me you were everything.
You were the spilled ink
on my paper,
and the words that left
me choking.
You were the struggles
and the rewards.
You were nothing but
my everything.
― *My poems dear boy,
Have always belonged
To you*
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
You thought yourself
as nothing and yet to
me you were everything.
You were the spilled ink
on my paper,
and the words that left
me choking.
You were the struggles
and the rewards.
You were nothing but
my everything.
― *My poems dear boy,
Have always belonged
To you*
For J.T —
You are my
everything.
