I am running in circles.
His vivid face flashes in my mind, laughing—
And it melts my heart.
The way he holds me tight
makes me believe my heart is alive,
thumping, knocking,
like a bird trapped in a cage,
fluttering its wings.
When he looks into my eyes,
I see a field of flowers blooming in spring.
But in reality, it is wilting.
I feel myself running out of breath.
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 9:20 AM UTC
I am running in circles.
His vivid face flashes in my mind, laughing—
And it melts my heart.
The way he holds me tight
makes me believe my heart is alive,
thumping, knocking,
like a bird trapped in a cage,
fluttering its wings.
When he looks into my eyes,
I see a field of flowers blooming in spring.
But in reality, it is wilting.
I feel myself running out of breath.
Tell me to stop, I don’t see a stop sign
