What am I to do, what am I to say?

All of the pretty words line up

And dance across the page.

I wait for the appropriate time,

The right chance for this dance.

Another opportunity

To rise above the malaise

Or sink deeper into despair.

What am I supposed to do

What should I say

When all the words of my true heart

Always just seem to get in the way.

06/09/2008

Posted on 06/09/2008
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