"That boy, let him go
Lights are on, but no one's home
Enough's enough, find your pearl
And fall in love with a girl~"
the bullshit he gives you
you wake in the night
trained in fright
falling in love
not in delight
activating fight or flight
waiting for the right
to act and go
but I don't know if it'll ever come
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
