Woe is me on this rainy day;
How can it be, that it can happen to me.
Oh woe is me. Oh, woe is me.
The rain against these windows
sing me to sleep.
That is until the window was opened
and a flood came in.
“Well, you are the oldest out of five kids,” Steven said. “I know how much you like kids and you know so much about them.”
“So?” I said, not knowing where this was headed.
“Well, we would like you to be our baby’s godmother.”
I looked around to watch her smile. I haven’t talked to her; but I wish I had the courage to simply go up to her and say hello. She’s never sad or angry; I don’t know how she manages to always be happy. I wish I could be like her.
I won’t lie, I do like her.
Yet, I run.
No not to escape,
but to release all this energy I have within.
This energy that is not letting me focus.
This energy that is making my hands shake,
my face redden and the adrenaline flow through my veins.
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