Luna.

Fifty-five minutes to spare.
I need to go change my shirt.
I wanted to see your face tonight ,
I guess i'll just wait
& see you this weekend -
tomorrow hopefully.
I appear sunkissed ;
I wish sunscreen worked effectively for people of color.
I'm thinking too much.
My mind constantly wanders.
The more I stray away from writing ,
the harder it gets to compose .
I'm trying to balance everything.
& yet, I'm still stressed out.