
To them, you are a rainy day
To me, you are dozens of puddles, waiting to be jumped in
To them, you are spam mail
To me, you are a long awaited letter from a lifelong friend
To them, you are a bad hair day
To me, you are my favorite hat
To them, you are a red light that lasted too long
To me, you are my favorite song coming on the radio
To them, you are a hang nail
To me, you are a manicure
To them, you are coffee that got cold
To me, you are a fresh new cup
To them, you are nothing
But to me baby, you are everything.
About the Creator
James Stevison
I'm James, I'm 18, and I'm a transgender wiccan poet/theatre major.
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