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.