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.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
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.
Eventually maybe I'll stop being sappy, but I suppose one needs happy poems.
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