You are bolts
of electrical energy
going through me,
standing beside you
is like standing in front
of a speeding car;
you fill me with adrenaline.
Your face is what I see
when I hear the word 'God',
and I so desperately want to be
some kind of Goddess,
something sacred
to you.
I seem to live in constant daydreams
of you,
constant yearning for you,
sending me in to some heaven of breathlessness
and dare I say it,
love.
How often
I see you in places you have never even been to.
How often
I find you deep inside the chambers
of my heart.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
You are bolts
of electrical energy
going through me,
standing beside you
is like standing in front
of a speeding car;
you fill me with adrenaline.
Your face is what I see
when I hear the word 'God',
and I so desperately want to be
some kind of Goddess,
something sacred
to you.
I seem to live in constant daydreams
of you,
constant yearning for you,
sending me in to some heaven of breathlessness
and dare I say it,
love.
How often
I see you in places you have never even been to.
How often
I find you deep inside the chambers
of my heart.
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