Get Your Premium Membership

Tipped

I pour as easily as a second glass of wine, I like to think I'm just as bittersweet too. I leave notes of passion that often evolve into a song of "its not you, it's me." I hurl myself into the worst "what if's", tormenting myself for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I project a sense of love that you will want to bask in, forever. I will let you. I strive to make you smile, and often let your smile become more important than my own. I have trouble with letting people and feelings in too quickly and- I love you. I wish for nothing more, than the same wild, crazy, thing in return.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.