…putting trust in the friends we keep…

My brain, it is like a Rubik’s cube and no matter how many different sequenced patterns I move the tiles in, I cannot manage to make one row of the same colour.
My eyes move with uncertainty and I’m starting to lose sleep.
My tounge is twisted with a million things I would like to say.
The butterflies won’t let me spit them out.
My stomach is tied in knots,tighter than a celtic rose.
And my heart!
It’s about to blow!


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