it feels like someone is squeezing your heart
their fist wraps around it
and clenches hard
then quickly lets go
and you inhale, exhale
your breaths are shallow
and your entire body feels weak,
your head is light
and your ***** grin doesn’t go away
when your mind wanders,
it always ends up at the same place
you know it’s not love
but it sure as hell feels good
every little thing feels special
a nickname,
a text,
a goodbye hug,
a goofy smile
and you just wait,
for the ride to begin
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:20 AM UTC
it feels like someone is squeezing your heart
their fist wraps around it
and clenches hard
then quickly lets go
and you inhale, exhale
your breaths are shallow
and your entire body feels weak,
your head is light
and your ***** grin doesn’t go away
when your mind wanders,
it always ends up at the same place
you know it’s not love
but it sure as hell feels good
every little thing feels special
a nickname,
a text,
a goodbye hug,
a goofy smile
and you just wait,
for the ride to begin
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