I read your words They speak to me Of course they are written To my soul My heart leaps At the thought of you Caring enough to make me real I read your words Of want and need Of the existence and fear of love Concrete, in black and white It must be me who has moved you Thoughts betraying logic Though, I am the one Tip toeing near and far I am the one Who knows I am being missed For I am missing you I read your words And it just has to be me They are mine They live in me They move me I have claimed them for my own As they must have been written To me For me In desire and love for me I breathe them in My heart is alive Yes, I have claimed them for my own
1615 It is so easy to read poetry personally, as it is so personal by design. Ah, sometimes, when it's right and the stars are aligned, i can crawl in your words and wrap myself in the feel of them.