My mood is like a cloudy noon Waiting for the sun, Or like a sailing ship that can't Set sail without the tide. I fidget in my emptiness, Not knowing where to run; Yet when you're near I can't explain What's going on inside. It's too bad feelings swim so deep, Too deep for anyone To grasp them as they squiggle through And take them for a ride. View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook
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