senior year
I worry about the future,
do you not see this crashing wave?
its peak is now and I fear somehow
the fall cannot be saved.
The wind is changing and I feel
the heart’s beat speed up and down.
Yet there you are – you seem so far,
I’m yelling for you but there’s no sound.
Fear consumes me. I shake with excitement.
The world is my unwritten book.
You are a chapter; can you be the plot rather
than someone whose heart I took.
So young and beautiful, so much time to make up.
Where do we go from here?
For the first time, I don’t have a line,
this situation begs to remain unclear.
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