The words she first typed were complete garbage
Reaching deeper, she tried again, trying to have them make artistic sense
As she typed, though, she knew these were still rubbish
She decided to keep going, but that feeling never seemed to leave her subconscious
How even after all the self-doubt she was a bestselling author amazed her every day
Signals of her desire radiated outward at the speed of emotion.
Even as dense as he was, he had to sense something.
Nodding, he seemed ready to speak. She stepped closer, hopeful.
Don’t you know it he ran away instead? Next time she was going to try semaphore!
Hearth is happily crackling, telling a tale of mirth
Yielding a soft warm glow into the room
Gifting a cozy sense of calm and comfort
Grafting the coming season to your soul
Entombing negative feelings for another time, another place
Dipsy doo, spin and twirl
It made her stomach do flip flops
Zip to her left with another pirouette
Zoom to the right and then the ride was done
Yielding shaky legs and a reeling sense of balance
You just have to let it out
Either that or explode
Little of this life makes sense at times
Let everyone know your there, as loudly as you can