Deep in thoughts
so deep that my limbs ache
i must keep a clear mind
to stay awake to write this
pondering through a box of these
things in my head
that i cant all get out at once
pinning up ideas on
the walls of my dreams
then sorting through them as they fall
do i love this boy
this boy that treats my like none other
why yes, i do
if i didnt my walls might be bare
this thing called life
it is too short to waste
lets all just fly away
and take our thoughts with us.
