Pick Me Up
Lying flat in a rounded world
you're always there to pick me up
Volleying cautiously back and forth
hitting right between the lines
bouncing across a boundless boundry
holding tight, every bit you
strapped up and running
distance distracted beyond words
sunlit gazes glancing
not your ordinary day
you're kind like that
batting those baby blues
filtering water from my gin
as comfort takes a precious sip
lying flat in a rounded world
without hesitation
you're always there to pick me up
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