I say I’m good with words,
but my words will never
be able to paint
the endless warmth
You bring
into my small heart.
sun
what’s in a month
the first smile
a friendly hug
a shy reaching hand
a kiss.
what’s in a month?
a heavy breath
a tear
a walk at the park
a breakdown.
a warm heart
a poem,
pairs of eyes talking
pairs of tangled feet.
what’s in a month?
it’s you.
filling my heart
day by day,
with sun.
13/03/2018
your eyes under the sun
make my eyes shine.
offering the light –
a quest,
to make them mine .
(writing happy stuff again – what a life)
Depressive Optimist 