I don't know what you did,
But this feeling isn't right...

It flies above the clouds,
Soaring with the wind...

I sit back, slouched over- hanging,
Eyes rollin' in the back of my head...

I'd like the world to know what I thought of it;
The world inspires me to write and to open my...

Scribbles and scrabbles on the first three pages,
Two birds covering up on single page in her diary...

I'm trying so hard to be happy,
I'm trying even hard to sleep...

Anonymous words filling my head,
Chilly breeze from the cold front...

I catch myself thinking,
What if he was mine again...

What I don't get is how her mind functions,
How her thoughts roll and roll, until otherwise...

I put my lips together and gently blow out air,
Blowing the dust off of a little brown antique...

When the world is turned off,
When all of the lights are dim...

Tall and yet short almost everyday,
Clumsy, tripping over all the chairs...