Without you here,
I've been able to name stars after myself
And ***** my fingers on roses that I've planted in my own garden
I've read and written poetry because I have identified myself with confidence and happiness
And the throbbing constant ache is at a dull hum
I'm foliated sketches and the dog-earing of my favorite pages.
I am the prayer I say at night before bed and the gratitude I feel in the morning
And without you here,
I am still all of those and so much more
Without you here
I am so much more
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC
Without you here,
I've been able to name stars after myself
And ***** my fingers on roses that I've planted in my own garden
I've read and written poetry because I have identified myself with confidence and happiness
And the throbbing constant ache is at a dull hum
I'm foliated sketches and the dog-earing of my favorite pages.
I am the prayer I say at night before bed and the gratitude I feel in the morning
And without you here,
I am still all of those and so much more
Without you here
I am so much more
