It happened
This feeling
It does when you're around
Not a new sensation
In your presence unwound
The floor suddenly unstable
Barely holding feet
Grace formerly following
Crashes to ground in a heap
I cannot stop staring
Thought I had more control
Enchanting face is spellbinding
Look and my stomach starts to roll
What is it about your honesty
That causes me to do crazy things?
Am I having hallucinations?
Have I sprouted wings?
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
It happened
This feeling
It does when you're around
Not a new sensation
In your presence unwound
The floor suddenly unstable
Barely holding feet
Grace formerly following
Crashes to ground in a heap
I cannot stop staring
Thought I had more control
Enchanting face is spellbinding
Look and my stomach starts to roll
What is it about your honesty
That causes me to do crazy things?
Am I having hallucinations?
Have I sprouted wings?
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