It's You Poem by Hannah Smith

It's You



</>It’s the spaces left behind.
It’s the quiet parts; this dark, empty stretch of sky.
It’s the climb, it’s the fall, it's the questions we don’t ask,
it’s the morning.
It’s this burning, white-hot fire,
It's the lump in your throat that doesn't let you swallow,
It's the butterflies in your stomach
It's the warmth that fills the emptiness in your heart,
It’s the only thing keeping me in this small town,
it’s you.

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