one one one one

i can feel the tremors of worry and stress from my little snow nest here.
suspend your disbelief and trust me: even rainforests suffer the occasional flurry.
... the story continues. because even authors get sidetracked.

and we're back.

so i took a little leave of absence.
so i want to go, but i can't find my chances.
so little words make me nervous.
so i often rhyme but not on purpose.
so i write to write and not to say
i write to love you, to ask you to stay
so you make me the girl, the person i am
i'd be nothing without your glints and glimmers
i'd be half of what they think i have.
so i live off my friends' good natures
assign their smiles nomenclature
make my meaning out of faces and people and features
and hide myself away.
so?