Soaring eyes meet,
In a moments fleet.
Butterflies & hurricanes,
In my heart’s adjacent veins.
Then came the whirlwind of emotions,
Each with their own set of notions.
We lay together cheek to cheek,
Dread our formers as our souls squeak.
He struck me on my Achilles heel,
A fool in love I thought it was real.
My pillow is drenched in tears tonight,
Meekly wishing we’d reunite.
Condemned to the fate of Sisyphus,
I carry my heart uphill in a muss.
Only to twirl it back up all over,
Hoping for you to someday discern my manoeuvre.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Soaring eyes meet,
In a moments fleet.
Butterflies & hurricanes,
In my heart’s adjacent veins.
Then came the whirlwind of emotions,
Each with their own set of notions.
We lay together cheek to cheek,
Dread our formers as our souls squeak.
He struck me on my Achilles heel,
A fool in love I thought it was real.
My pillow is drenched in tears tonight,
Meekly wishing we’d reunite.
Condemned to the fate of Sisyphus,
I carry my heart uphill in a muss.
Only to twirl it back up all over,
Hoping for you to someday discern my manoeuvre.
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