Watching from afar,
i wonder what it’s like to
be wrapped in your arms.
Fluff
I’m being very mean to these two pieces and posting them together because they’re both fluffy bits of silliness….
Like
I like you.
Stupid me.
Stupid you.
Me for liking,
You for being so likeable.
But alas,
So be it,
I like you.
There’s the first one. And this is the second.
Maybe
Maybe in another life,
If I still weave words
And you still write symphonies,
I’ll write you sweet nothings
And whisper them in your ear
While you play me a song
That only I will hear.