By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2009 Jul 30
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Every time I talk to him, I lose all control over my feelings,|
My emotions just explode into small red beating hearts,
Dancing, pounding and bouncing all over the place, everywhere.
My eyes mesmerized, enchanted gazing at his face endlessly,
Insomnia to all that ever existed, illiteracy to all that I've learnt before him,
Hope rests on a mountain of hearts, and for the first time, there were no sharp edges,
No childish games, no unwanted visitors,
There was only two very much vivid hearts, pumping life into each other.
Giving the gift of love to one another .