Thursday, 10 February 2011

Sweet scented muggy air, blood rushes to your head.
Faces swim before your eyes, shoulders start to tense.
Voices blur and tears drop, wings beat feverishly
Your face is the only one i see. Always has been,
Maybe always will, who knows. The future
Is to expect the unexpected. I wish for once
I could close my eyes, and forget the past.
The future, and live only for the present.
Because you make my heart beat faster.

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