You Are There

by omisgirl, Apr 2, 2009, 4:53:22 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

You are there, in the morning when I wake up.
My spirit lifts as my thoughts drift to you.
You are there, during the day while I work.
My mind at ease as you talk to me and keep me sane.
You are there, in the evening when I get home.
My body relaxing as you gently ease the stress.
You are there, at night when I go to sleep.
My being complete, wrapped in your warm embrace.

You Are There by omisgirl

©2009-2019 omisgirl

*looks around* yea...*shuffles foot* I just wrote that lol....I might start writing poetry here and there again. I'm a little rusty from not having done it in a while but I'll get back into the swing of things. <3

I'm not looking for critiques of my work, so please keep that in mind. Thanks!

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Just stumbled across this after missing you all day

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