Little High Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Little High



Tingles and giggles
Like little pieces of glass
Dancing and clinking
Underneath my skin
I twist and wince a bit
But I’m overcome
With these jolts of you
Always making me eager
And excited for that
Happy kind of misery,
That painful kind of joy

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