“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. ?
Like a musical note,
the love you offer floats in the air between us—
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. 🙂