You are the hurricane in my chest
That can't seem to move along.
Your winds
Mess with the way my heart beats
But I wouldn't want it
To pump your love any way else.
You are that
Stirring
Flicking
Killing feeling at the pit of my stomach.
But I would
starve,
Deprive myself
of the most delectable words
If it meant keeping these butterflies forever.
You are the fallen eyelash
On my eyeball.
I can see you.
I can feel you.
With the slightest movement,
I know where you are.
But I can't seem to get you out
And the more I try,
The more it hurts,
The more I convince myself
To let you stay.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
You are the hurricane in my chest
That can't seem to move along.
Your winds
Mess with the way my heart beats
But I wouldn't want it
To pump your love any way else.
You are that
Stirring
Flicking
Killing feeling at the pit of my stomach.
But I would
starve,
Deprive myself
of the most delectable words
If it meant keeping these butterflies forever.
You are the fallen eyelash
On my eyeball.
I can see you.
I can feel you.
With the slightest movement,
I know where you are.
But I can't seem to get you out
And the more I try,
The more it hurts,
The more I convince myself
To let you stay.
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