This one is the equivalent of babble – written very quickly whilst very tired.
When she felt down
She needed a happy face
To put her in a better place
But his empathic soul
Fell down with hers
They both ended up
In a place they didn’t want to be
When he felt down
He wanted to see a smile
A cheerful grin to beguile
But her melancholy gaze
Fell blankly upon him
They both ended up
In a place they shouldn’t have been
When she felt down
She needed a pick-me-up
An overflowing cup
Of saccharin sweet nectar
Poured all over her
But she ended up
Bringing him down with her
When they feel down
They need to get a grip
Force the coin to flip
Paint themselves a happy hue
Be the MEs they need to be
To lift themselves up
Find their own space and place
moonworld 
this is so good!!
Thank you very much, Chrissy, for reading and commenting on my babble 🙂
Awwww… this is so beautiful ❤
Thank you, Himali. It was a very quick ‘scribble’. 🙂
I can only suggest you become a hairdresser – it will plateau. Or failing that become an heir to a wealthy crowned state. G:)
Here too many days to count…can relate more than words can say.
We poets are obviously an empathic lot 🙂
That is the truth😊
Pleasing babble, all the same
Thank you, Derrick 🙂
Thanks for the reply to my question on your bio. Your comments were spot on! It’s happy, peppy and fun. An intricate dance of perspective. I like it!
Thanks, GP. It was a great question you asked. Really made me think! 🙂
Why do magnets only work sometimes? Empathy….
I’m still trying to work this one out 🙂
We are rotating, so what is up, is down next, and vice versa; only two directions in life, in and out, you are either in or out on the cosmic stage…cheers..
Think you for stopping by and sharing your wisdom, Raj. 🙂