I am impulsive and unsure
I wonder how to wander more
I hear colors, loud and bright
I see sounds, colorful and light
I want serenity
I pretend I’m calm
I worry I’m not good enough
I cry when I am wrong
I am from the eye of a storm
I dream of the day the rain will stop
I scream to heaven, constantly mourn
I will not miss the rains’ ‘plip plop’
I whisper ‘I think I found a cure’
I am impuslive and unsure
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 11:36 AM UTC
I am impulsive and unsure
I wonder how to wander more
I hear colors, loud and bright
I see sounds, colorful and light
I want serenity
I pretend I’m calm
I worry I’m not good enough
I cry when I am wrong
I am from the eye of a storm
I dream of the day the rain will stop
I scream to heaven, constantly mourn
I will not miss the rains’ ‘plip plop’
I whisper ‘I think I found a cure’
I am impuslive and unsure
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