That Unfeeling Again

by bfj
picture i took of a girl
Sometimes she thinks
the world of me.
And I put a feather
in my hair
and dance
on the table.

And sometimes I think
of nothing by my pains.
Freeze out the rest
and sieze up outside.
This heart gets lost,
and won't ask for directions.

And when she
calls me out
brings me down,
I sweat and blush
begin to feel better.
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