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Nov 2010
Oh no.

Here I go again
I don't know what it is,
and I sure as hell don't know where to begin.
And who would've thought
I would allow myself to fall in a pit so deep?
Who would've ever thought,
I would ever have allowed myself to consider that leap?

Foolish, foolish, foolish girl.
So silly to ever believe
That you and I could ever be,
But that's what foolish, silly girls get,
For wearing their gold hearts on their sleeve.

But wait,
I am confused.

What is my next move?
And what have you got to prove?

Sometimes I find myself,
frolicking in my own day dreams,
and I don't know what it is,
but I know it isn't what it seems.

Is it all that I wanted?
What about you is so surreal?
I'm trapped between conversations,
and I know this isn't what I feel.  


I feel so...

odd.

Peculiar.
Out of breath.

Tearing apart my mind -- chasing something,
but I don't understand what it is you left.

This isn't like myself,
to dream of such a sudden death.

Round one and I'm winning,
Round two and you take the lead,
Round three is what I'm hoping for,

Round three is what I need.

Aimless, curious, content,
The things that flutter about my mind,
I know my words don't always make sense,
But I am stuck in a giant bind.

Please don't mistake me for thinking,
anything is more than what it is,
Repeated words and phrases,
Repeated stories and repeated praises,

I am so lost,
And so keen on knowing why our paths have crossed.

Am I making this up?
Am I really dreaming this dream?
Wake me up please.

It's five AM and
**I'm sinking.
Jessica Rojan
Written by
Jessica Rojan
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   Anthony Moore
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