Your influence is bad on me
—that's nothing but the truth.
Just stop and take a look at me,
and there you'll have your proof.
Each time I take a glance at you,
my heart—it skips a beat.
And every time I talk with you
it gets quite hard to breath.
What's even worse is that my mind
has slips when you walk by
—it's like I leave the world behind
and soar into the sky.
But as I lose lucidity,
regret escapes me, too;
and I—in your vicinity—
forget all else but you.
YOU ARE READING
On a Young Heart
PoesíaA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
