pen and paper
Thursday, January 26, 2006
I'm a hot mess
a bundle of nerves not knowing
where to go
or what to do
and all over . . . .
well, must I say?
As I ponder the thoughts on delay,
struggling internally over whether to admit
this lovely heaviness at my core
or go on ignoring me as before
I'm a hot mess
Hot, because suddenly I'm wrapped up
in too much comforter,
my heart beating louder,
and the talk become a slight buzz in my ear.
It's weird I'm not in a panic,
or feeling like I know any second
the ball will drop.
I know or rather think I know how this will play out.
Then again . . . . maybe not.
This is for sure,
I don't want to cry alone
I don't want to die alone
I don't want to be alone any more.
And I definitely don't want none of this,
whatever this may be,
to end
even with all it's craziness.
a bundle of nerves not knowing
where to go
or what to do
and all over . . . .
well, must I say?
As I ponder the thoughts on delay,
struggling internally over whether to admit
this lovely heaviness at my core
or go on ignoring me as before
I'm a hot mess
Hot, because suddenly I'm wrapped up
in too much comforter,
my heart beating louder,
and the talk become a slight buzz in my ear.
It's weird I'm not in a panic,
or feeling like I know any second
the ball will drop.
I know or rather think I know how this will play out.
Then again . . . . maybe not.
This is for sure,
I don't want to cry alone
I don't want to die alone
I don't want to be alone any more.
And I definitely don't want none of this,
whatever this may be,
to end
even with all it's craziness.
posted by *LadieFire* at 11:59 PM
2 Comments:
Just passing through sis..
Where you been?
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