Horripilation
A quickly pacing heart
Mind orbiting the concept
In circles, a work of abstract art
There is difficulty in executing movement
When all these things appear
Over my shoulder, edge of eyesight
Whispers in my ear
Rip out the claws that hold me in my seat
To walk over and say "Hello"
There would be no greater feat
That day
And then
I feel
That the lonliness would die
When
I
Fall into your eyes
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Horripilation
A quickly pacing heart
Mind orbiting the concept
In circles, a work of abstract art
There is difficulty in executing movement
When all these things appear
Over my shoulder, edge of eyesight
Whispers in my ear
Rip out the claws that hold me in my seat
To walk over and say "Hello"
There would be no greater feat
That day
And then
I feel
That the lonliness would die
When
I
Fall into your eyes
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