Your Pitch.

Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?” ― Jarod Kintz, The Days of Yay are Here! Wake Me Up When They’re Over.

I wrote the bad poetry you’ll find below in my head last night around 2AM—somewhere between a dream and actual sleep.

I’m not sure why… it could’ve been the decongestant mixed with the 3 PM coffee (never a good idea) or it could’ve been pure excitement and a full heart over a release day gone well.

In any case, thank you to all of you who made yesterday so special.

I offer you my latest bad poetry.

Raw and unedited, just the way I like it.

Hope you do too. ?

Your Pitch.

Like a musical note,

the love you offer floats in the air between us—

nothing more,

and nothing less,

than a bittersweet lyric waiting to be spoken.

Only this time instead of reaching for it,

I watch as it drifts by.

For it’s the same old song—

just a different tune.

I’ve heard this one before.

It’s nothing new.

P.S. This has been on repeat around here. To me, it doesn’t get much better. 🙂

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