Buttercup sleeps now
surrounded by your heartbeat.
I believe she dreams.
circa 2000 This is the first poem I ever shared. I wrote if for my friend Trish. She was pregnant with her first child, code-named Buttercup. I remember her being so happy.
Focus run amok,
Obsessions and compulsions
steal away my days.
Written February 24, 2012 No, I don't [think I] have OCD. I do, however, tend to give way too much attention to new interests, hobbies, problems, etc. only to discard them when they prove unfulfilling.