Dip.
I didnt think i'd be here again.
Tight chest low lip
Sinking stomach and teary eyes
Quiet little butterflies
flitting, not quite fitting, considering.
Is it how it feels that draws me back
Like quiet, placid light hearted folly
Or a feeling that throws me back
Dark, brooding melancholy?
I must become something inbetween
Forego half hearted hurt
Glance at full fledged happiness
And pocket something innocent,
Close enough to both to feel them
But both far enough out of my reach
Safely tucked into a poigniant paragraph
with damage in the detail and not a drop of ink.
Content as the sighing of a breeze through drafters - that feeling find me please, but dont prove so dull that i forget what i was after.
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