28 January 2013
Lost. Stuck. Confused. Don't know what to do, Don't know what to say. Should I go in this direction? Or the other way?
Perhaps this option would be best, Or maybe this one would. "Brain, please make your mind up." "Oh, only if I could."
Hormones, fucking hormones. But are they really to blame? Maybe it's best to frame them Than take all the shame.
For loving someone sincerely, Yet needing to fill that space. A stabbing feeling in my chest That I alone cannot erase.
So, what do I do? I write about it. Accidentally made it rhyme. And then, maybe, eventually, I'll make up my mind.
Making Up My Mind • Opuss № I