Sometimes


posted by Rachel Flores

2 comments

Sometimes my soul is just tired.
not my body, I got enough sleep, but my soul is weary.

Sometimes I just want to lay on my stomach again.

Sometimes 35 pounds and 35 weeks gets to me.

Sometimes this apartment confines me instead of comforts me.

Sometimes I know what I'm supposed to think but I know what I am thinking.

Sometimes I want to grow up and move on yet grown down and stay a kid. at the same time.

Sometimes I want to be alone but I want to pour my heart out.

Sometimes I just want something I can call my own.

Sometimes this is my conflict.

Sometimes is this day.








2 comments

Leave a Reply