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Wednesday, November 4, 2009


If you want the truth, I'm exhausted.
That's pretty much all there is to it. I could just about fall on my face onto the floor right about now. My head won't stop swimming. I thinks it's trying to dron itself.

Anyway, the English project... We have to make a chapbook, which is basically a self-published tiny book of poetry with a unifying theme. My chapbook is basically a restraining order. Thats why all the poems are called testimonies.
I finally got it done yesterday. Took me about 6 hours. *not even kidding*
Ugh... I'm so dizzy.


You make my heart soar, you make my heart sore.
Look at me once more.
Give us a smile.
I don’t feel quite naïve enough to be glad to get out of bed yet.
You make me feel so young after centuries of growing up too fast.
Put your hand in mine and make me forget every crash and burn that forced me to learn.
“I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna go.”

Make some room in that cradle and let me lay down next to you.
You have so much to learn and I have so much to forget.
Open up, baby.
You’re my window to the past, my way out.
There’s probably a better approach to this,
But I’ll take escapism over maturity any day.

ily
~Belinda

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