My hands are sweaty
My lungs are weak
My heart is racing
With irregular heartbeats
My eyes meet yours
Your radiating gold
Your breathing becomes heavy
I remember all those nights
When all we wanted was just a peek
A peek of affection
You smile at me
And away goes all the frights
When will we ever meet?
I wonder what your eyes hold
I'm afraid that I'm diseased
Diseased of love
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
