I have this sudden surge of literary outburst. One similar to the calm before the storm. Beats me.
Everything that was set in place,
Round and round like a maze.
So sudden without a trace,
Leaves me in a daze.
I should have known, that those were signs.
I should have been alert, but I was blind.
Why all these short replies?
They’re getting to me, I know.
But all these I have to put on hold.
Write your hurt in the sand, and engrave the love on a stone.
Optimistic I’ll be. (:
And I’ll have the future foretold.
10:28 AM
