restless...mind all up in a million places at once...can't think straight...trying to keep my eyes closed, but something calls my brown peepers out of hiding...i answer, and wish i didn't...all i see are imperfections...white turned brown is all i see...what could have, should have, would have been if only i had done another way...is all i see, all i hear, all they say...i'm losing me...i'm losing me...the perfect is beginning to haunt me again...
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@ honeywell:
thanks dear...sensible yarns oh...
not my whole life...just some parts of it and unneccessary pressure..it's hard to fight all the time.
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