Your words sink into me
filling every space I have
pushing things out of the way
to cling on the the spots inside my head.
Your words flow through me
and wash everything else out
the feeling creeps over me
and I can no longer hold back.
My feet begin to move
without asking my head first
with the feeling of the wind in my head
my thoughts are blown away.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
Your words sink into me
filling every space I have
pushing things out of the way
to cling on the the spots inside my head.
Your words flow through me
and wash everything else out
the feeling creeps over me
and I can no longer hold back.
My feet begin to move
without asking my head first
with the feeling of the wind in my head
my thoughts are blown away.
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