Fluff

I'm being very mean to these two pieces and posting them together because they're both fluffy bits of silliness.... 


Like

I like you.

Stupid me.

Stupid you.

Me for liking,

You for being so likeable.

But alas,

So be it,

I like you.

There's the first one. And this is the second.

Maybe

Maybe in another life,

If I still weave words

And you still write symphonies,

I’ll write you sweet nothings

And whisper them in your ear

While you play me a song

That only I will hear.