reddened face
swollen eyes
they always lead to
a better rhyme
shaking hands
trembling lips
now feeling high
and confused a bit
tripping around
falling up stairs
now you are lost
fearless, my dear
a.n.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
reddened face
swollen eyes
they always lead to
a better rhyme
shaking hands
trembling lips
now feeling high
and confused a bit
tripping around
falling up stairs
now you are lost
fearless, my dear
a.n.
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