darling, i’m a mess

November 2, 2017

i love the way you talk of love

as though it is an ethereal feeling

oh, how invigorating

oh, how inspiring

oh, how refreshing

to finally feel the pounding of my heart

to finally sense the blood rushing to my cheeks

for when you utter those three words,

my mind becomes a mess.

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