Nervous
N e r v o u s
N e r v o u s
That's all I ever seem to be at the minute,
Crippled by an anxiety that I don't quite understand,
It has taken over my life and I don't see a way out.
g.c.g
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
