Like a glass cup,
half full or empty
It gradually fills to the brim
Drop by drop
Pulling at the surface,
Threatening to spill over
I wish to be poured by you,
Over and over
Wipe my mess away,
Even though it keeps coming back
YOU ARE READING
Velvet Words at Sunset | Poetry
Poesiasad poems for me to reflect on, sometimes sprinkled with hope
