The bulk of my poems, no matter how I try to avoid it, tend to be focused more on the maudlin side: full of melancholy, angst, lovelorn laments and ponderings of existential despair, all of that fun stuff. But beautiful poetry doesn’t always have to be dark, or so I try to remind myself. This Valentine’s Day I thought I’d delve into some happy memories and see what diamonds I could find.
So fall all you crazy lovers out there, this one’s for you.
against my better judgement,
light as a feather
leaden as lead,
into your wide open arms
no thought, no choice, just one word,