the sweater was too warm
bare shoulders too chill
I couldn't regulate
no balance
the sun rose too early
moonlight crept too long
I couldn't wake
no balance
the music was too loud
her voice too soft
I couldn't listen
no balance
the light was too bright
shadowed corners too dark
I couldn't see
no balance
the drink was too sour
dessert far too sweet
I couldn't eat
no balance
my dreams were too big
reality too small
I couldn't win
no balance
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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