Hello poetry lovers,
Any luck
in being?
I'm nervous
even with those I love
I talk, ramble
until I can't anymore
My shaking from being nervous
finally stops with the talking
I'm finally calming down
I'm quiet
Grateful for the original love
from my friend
worrying about me
finding a pen for me to use
being playful with me
I'm hopeful
I tell myself
I have to be elegant
but it doesn't last long
It's like the nerves
took all my energy
I start going downhill
drained and tired
Wanting the frisky back
wanting the adventure to go on
but I also want it to end
rest awhile before the next adventure.
Love, Fida
#Poetteers
Any luck
in being?
I'm nervous
even with those I love
I talk, ramble
until I can't anymore
My shaking from being nervous
finally stops with the talking
I'm finally calming down
I'm quiet
Grateful for the original love
from my friend
worrying about me
finding a pen for me to use
being playful with me
I'm hopeful
I tell myself
I have to be elegant
but it doesn't last long
It's like the nerves
took all my energy
I start going downhill
drained and tired
Wanting the frisky back
wanting the adventure to go on
but I also want it to end
rest awhile before the next adventure.
Love, Fida
#Poetteers
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