Cloud 9

Thinking of you,
I do it quite often.
I catch myself smiling,
And end up writing poetry.
I'm not used to being this happy,
I'm usually the calm one.
Cloud 9 has become my home
And the world seems more beautiful
Than it really is.
I find myself staring
Out the window,
At nothing in particular,
Zoned out,
And yes,
Thinking about you.





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