My mouth is a desert,
coarse
and
dry
My hands are lightning,
shaking
and
buzzing
My heart is a thunderstorm
pounding inside my chest
Trying to be heard above the noise in my head
I am choking on my words,
suffocating beneath the storm...
"Sorry, what did you say?"
I can not hear you over the storm raging inside of me
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
My mouth is a desert,
coarse
and
dry
My hands are lightning,
shaking
and
buzzing
My heart is a thunderstorm
pounding inside my chest
Trying to be heard above the noise in my head
I am choking on my words,
suffocating beneath the storm...
"Sorry, what did you say?"
I can not hear you over the storm raging inside of me
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