an observation by a friend
that
i have so much love to give
that
when i share
i want to share the love and joy of the world
of all of it that i know
that
i take it and package it all up
into a short phrase
and present it as if it were obvious
that you were my sunset and still morning
and summer warmth and jingle bell
and roadside feather and tiny flower
when you laughed
because in my mind
there was no distinction
there was only love.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
