Friday, September 16, 2011

As of Now

Dear Life,
Must you be so complicated?
My brain can't keep up,
My thoughts are belated.

Dear School,
Anything else to throw at me?
I'll take it in stride.
Maybe.

Dear Dance,
I love you, but really?
My feet are about to die.
And they're smelly.

Dear God,
Are you still there?
Yeah, you are.
I breathe You in like air.

Dear Sleep,
Will you be my best friend?
I'm lacking something.
I think it's you.

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