Tuesday, September 11, 2012


You have been so schizophrenic
Your mood more than erratic
One moment, I am burning under the sun
The next, contemplating why I am frozen 
Even in one day
You go a thousand ways 
Can you not just sit tight
No matter what you decide
Plan to stick around
 Not continuously on a rebound
How wearisome to keep up with
A mind that changes every minute
Oblivious on what to expect
 Terrified to end with regrets
When all I am asking
Is if I need better preparing
Because it is alright if there is a storm
But pretty please, I must have you perform.