I'm wondering
why I cannot seem
to see past soft voices
and pleading eyes;
why I don't seem to understand
that I have things more important
than squishing together novels in
thirty days;
why I volunteer for things
I know very well
will suck away all that is left
of my daylight
and leave me lying awake,
frantically scribbling
while everyone else
is calmly recharging
sometimes, I think I know
Author notes
I'm a sucker. >.< Blech.
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Comments
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wow
you are working intensely to time deadlines writing and you ask why......while you take other unimportant to costaway your time.....Loved this one hapepns with me also...visit em some time -
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I think it happens to everyone, really; but yeah. -nods wisely- Thank you!
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"I know very well
will suck away all that is left
of my daylight"
love that.
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Danke.
^_^ Moo!
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