𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑨𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔

Then my breath gets caught in my throat,

Air turns into cupids arrows,
Poking and welling inside me.

Creating a baby pink dam preventing words from coming out.

and all I could squeeze out is:

"Oh honey..."