Enlighten
focus..
focus...
the sweet smell of smoke , like burning love racing down my throat
filling my body till i swear i can float .
glass eyes
racing
racing
"Jessica?"
focus..
the square root of seven is three?
no
focus?
Little butterflies singing inside,,
hold my hand
yes
kiss me
of course
love me?
....
"are you listening ?"
yea
A square plus B square equals C squared
right?
right...
listen...?
Deep dark eyes
hallow
endless
your hand , pain becomes alive every where
even in places I though where safe
like inside my head
my heart
your suppose to keep me safe
not be the one i fear
*ring*
time to leave already?
back pack?
yea
ipod?
up
school?
byee
Copyright © Jessica Carr | Year Posted 2010
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