Before I know it
Laughter is pouring
through my lips
And I nearly topple over,
Gripping onto a pillow and I think
"I am happy."
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
:)
Before I know it
Laughter is pouring
through my lips
And I nearly topple over,
Gripping onto a pillow and I think
"I am happy."
