Jan 2020
Rain drums on roof tiles
And I feel strangely happy
My heart is shy and keeps quiet
But right now, leaps forwards
Dreams of plaid couches
And carpeted dreams
I'm content, again
In my own head
And I feel strangely happy
My heart is shy and keeps quiet
But right now, leaps forwards
Dreams of plaid couches
And carpeted dreams
I'm content, again
In my own head
These little moments are becoming more and more common. I don't like this poem though. It's not great. Not sure why my brain is broken lately. Title is a Britney Spears song. Should I write my mind?
