Thursday, May 3, 2012

Familiar Feelings

I'm feeling down,
but not on the ground.
Love makes me float,
then becomes the weight I tote.

I find a friend I like,
we do fun things,
kayak, fly kites, and bike.

She makes me happy
and not so lazy.

I wish I could do the same,
but everything I say gets stained.
She's a girl I'd share my name,
but everything I say gets swayed.

She makes me feel immature,
which makes me feel insecure,
which makes me feel small and out of control.