stress.

Life sometimes gets in the way.

for me, far to many times

my grade on the line, you come in, and leave unexpectedly

leaving me in stress.

god I hate the word, no joy comes of it

Wednesday will be my distraction, hopefully

But until then I remain stressed.

50/50

You mean so much to me.

And every time I see you I smile and stare.

Your always easy to talk to, just hard to read.

My feeling about you are vast,

but I don't know if you feel the same way.

It's been a while now and everything is the same.

Sometimes I wish there would be change.

So I remain 50/50.