Losing control,
Over when and where I happen to be,
Hoping just to see,
Faces familiar to me,
With soft smiles,
And kind hearts,
Giving laughter starts,
Ones that aren't nervous or forces,
Yet lately,
It does not matter what time it is,
3pm or 3am?
No matter,
Either way I slip into old habits,
Falling into ways,
Hopefully it won't make me sway,
Then fall to the ground once more,
I am unsure,
Of all that is in store,
Just hoping it isn't the floor,
As I loose the connection between my body,
And my mind,
Neither can agree,
On how I am supposed to be.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
Losing control,
Over when and where I happen to be,
Hoping just to see,
Faces familiar to me,
With soft smiles,
And kind hearts,
Giving laughter starts,
Ones that aren't nervous or forces,
Yet lately,
It does not matter what time it is,
3pm or 3am?
No matter,
Either way I slip into old habits,
Falling into ways,
Hopefully it won't make me sway,
Then fall to the ground once more,
I am unsure,
Of all that is in store,
Just hoping it isn't the floor,
As I loose the connection between my body,
And my mind,
Neither can agree,
On how I am supposed to be.
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