your very presence removes the air from my lungs
not all at once like a vacuum,
but in little wisps like the wind's low, secretive whispers
every action you perform overwhelms me,
leaving me in awe,
as to how such a captivating being
can possess such a tortured soul.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
your very presence removes the air from my lungs
not all at once like a vacuum,
but in little wisps like the wind's low, secretive whispers
every action you perform overwhelms me,
leaving me in awe,
as to how such a captivating being
can possess such a tortured soul.
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