Manic

I’m falling hard

I’m running wild

Sweet winters cold

Don’t stop me now

Madness in my bones

Running circles around myself

Searching through these faces

I can still hear your voice

The ring of yesterday

The calm of today

I lost the girl

The girl you knew

You’d think I’d get a clue

In with the new

Yesterdays pursure

He said write it like I hear it

So I write another sappy poem about you

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