My expectations got so high. As if my feelings could survive. May the fears play on set. Drinking up my regret. When must I make it?
I guess I'm about to fake it.
I can sit and rewrite my poems all day. Letting all the words play. May I find the flame to set up the burn. Ready to use some words and maybe even learn. How does one find his main. On the go for some rain. Cool off the train of thoughts. Tryimg to beat any battles I've fought.