Sta.sh
My heart feels like it will truly weep,
If I am not given o’er to sleep.
It longs to express the thoughts it carries,
When the world outside upon it wearies.
To be given o’er to speak its words,
That are so often left unheard.
In that place where our love is real,
That place where dwells our rawest fear.
Where all a poet’s words are woven,
On the weaver’s wire golden.
Forever destined to be unbroken,
Like the lover’s heart unspoken.
What a pain it is to awaken,
When back to this world our thoughts are taken.
To a place where our feelings are kept inside,
For fear of what happens when we confide.
To be kept sequestered until that night,
When again in dreams, our hearts take flight.
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Tired 
This semester has been absolute madness... deadlines, classes, more deadlines, homework, work, even more deadlines... it's been one week of craziness after another. I'm really thankful for my friends and my boyfriend. They help me stay sane...ish. 
Everyone seemed really out of it for the past few weeks. Either from stress or being sick or from homework, it just seemed that everyone was totally wiped. True, it's still pretty bad, but everyone seems to be pulling out of it for the time being. 
