Oct 2018
I’m floating,
Just adrift in feeling,
Not fully one thing or another.
Except when I’m with you.
I get filled up with brightness,
So much, it overflows.
Spills out of me,
And tries to fill the room.
Just adrift in feeling,
Not fully one thing or another.
Except when I’m with you.
I get filled up with brightness,
So much, it overflows.
Spills out of me,
And tries to fill the room.
Eventually maybe I'll stop being sappy, but I suppose one needs happy poems.
