I write each rhyme just to **** the time.
I'm so void within, deep where I've lost emotions, and just bottled them in.
I let it spill out into beautiful word, though I never seem to make it heard.
I mostly try to keep to myself, much like the book stopper at the end of a shelf.
I watch all the others get picked up and read, while I collect dust just waiting for dead.
~KL
11-28-12

A lot on my mind,
A lot on this fragile plate.
Figuring out how to cope
When I'm stuck in this state.

I need this balance,
All the give and take...
But she asks why I stay
Like I've made some mistake

Now don't get me wrong,
I care so much that I am terrified.
Sometimes I see this look in your eyes,
It tells me when you want to run or hide.

However, I won't go away.
So I'll just stand my ground.
I will be right here
Where it's safe and sound.

sideways rain
gloomy clouds
wind howling through the halls
I cant believe I wore sandals....