When we talk,
for those brief moments,
I feel happy,
and worth something.
When we talk,
in that sliver of time,
I am reminded of past memories.
When we talk,
in the small time frame,
I can't choke out how comfortable I am with you.
When we talk,
in the brief moments,
it's as if-
it's as if I can't get enough of your stories.
When we talk,
I don't really want to stop.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
