when I hear your voice,
my head spins
and I feel myself crashing
deep underneath the waves
of emotions electrifying me
and keeping me out of control
like a puppet with broken strings
[but that is okay, when
you are around those who
smile but dig the knife
deep into your heart,
stab, stab, stab,
you get used to it]
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
