I feel elated.
You didn't even say it-
But I knew you wanted to.
How did I know?
Because I know you that well.
I cradled the feeling of warmth,
All through the minutes afterwords.
Then I felt guilty,
For caring so much when I know I shouldn't.
-But I am still elated.
To know...To know...That you wanted to say it.
I love you.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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