February 2022

I’d rather write something lovely I’d rather scribble similes and metaphors that make you bubbly I’d rather write in such a manner that demonstrates my love for you I’d rather jot down a few stanzas that make you love me I’d rather write something lovely And yet all that I write does nothing more

Everything’s going to be alright Just close your eyes I know often your chest gets tight I know how often problems could be solved by the balling of your fist I know often they don’t listen when you feel that you’re right Just close your eyes Everything’s going to be alight.