Look what you’ve done to me.
Words ; my once trusted allies,
Dance out of my reach.
I had order, and lists, and ideals.
Now I’m a mess.
I can’t think.
I can’t speak.
My mind reels.
The cursor flashes,
As I try and put my feelings down on paper.
But how can I?
Is it even a feeling?
Or is it something you do?
When you listen to my fears.
Wipe away my tears,
Hold me close
And look into my eyes,
Trying to gauge my thoughts inside.
Or maybe love is nothing but a placebo
And maybe life is nothing but a dream
If so, keep dreaming.
Close your eyes and don’t wake up.
I’m happier to lie here with you,
And let the world and all its woes
Get swept away in the slipstream.
As we kiss,
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