Must we try again?
Rusty at this art,
Words a mess
What do I do again?
We’re off-beat, irregular
Awkwardly awkward at the least.
Self-conscience and unsure,
But I hear your pitter-patters
The excessiveness when I’m with him
Yet it brings me back to brokeness,
Feelings of fear
It must be that time of year again.
Created: Jul 09, 2010Document Media