My happy thought is:
Edna lying in my lap,
Like the cute little dog that she is.
Until I remember:
She doesn't cuddle
Unless she's in severe pain
Or is utterly terrified.
My happy thought is:
Evie lying on my lap,
Like the tiny puppy she is.
Until I remember:
She cuddels everyone.
This means nothing,
And therefore why is it so awsome?
My happy thought is:
Chocolate on my tongue,
Melting and perfect.
Until I remember:
Chocolate has a nasty aftertaste,
At least to me,
And hypersensitivity.
My happy thought is:
Giving up.
And when I remember:
Giving up is easier,
I just do.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoésieThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
