Sunday, November 6, 2011

Out Of Breathe.

When I think of him, my heart begins to beat
faster and faster. My hands begins to shake,
my face heats up, my feet turn cold and
my body begins to feel weak.

When I think of him. I need to catch me breathe.
When I think of him, I can't breathe.
When I think of him, I remember our
night together. My fingertips clawing.

I didn't want it to end. It hasn't
reached the time to say goodbye.
It has only reached the time
to say, this has got to end.

My heart is calling.
It whispers I'm falling.

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