Sunday, October 9, 2011

Internal Bliss

You speak
I studded
Blank with no regard across my face
Unannounced you draw me in without your attention
Why am I a freshman
A column of new things
Caught up
Have feelings I never discovered aside from the mood swings
Get with the program before I get lost in my own stormy weather
Wait, where am I
Swallow your words for they may be my downfall

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