This frantic,
panicked feeling.
some pressure on my chest
thats keeping me from breathing.
What is this?
Thoughts of you
flash into my mind,
and are blinked out just as fast,
by sullen heavy eyes.
i musn't think
of the possibilities that are prevalent.
i must retain my complacency
in my static, solitary, conveluded life.
And when i think
you might be looking
at me the same way
i'm thinking of you,
i feel it.
My heart rises
and synchs
in an unnatural manor.
Resplendit and righteous,
if just for a moment
before sinking tenfold.
i need to force
the folley of this fancy into reclusion.
Or i could embrace it
and meet you halfway
with my eyes.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
