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Apr 2017
Taking up my time
Your face fills my mind
You know that feeling when your young
When a first love interest is sprung
I think they call it butterflies
I'm in a constant state of anxiety
Or is it excitement
I can't tell, but there's no need for enticement
I don't want to work or eat
I can't sit and read or watch the Tv
It all seems so pointless to me
I prefer to while the time away
As I lay
With thoughts that you're also thinking of me while I think of you
You see it's not a blessing because I can't function right
But it can't be a curse because I see you inΒ Β sight
I'm addicted to the adrenaline that fills my chest
Pounding through my body even when I rest
Such a bizarre concoction
To uncommon not to drink the toxin
Why bother to read the caution
I enjoy that unknowing state
The lack of control over fate
Kenya83
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Kenya83  32/F/UK
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