If you came running towards me,

I would stop everything.

I do not care what it would be,

because you are my everything.

To say I do not love you,

would possibly be the greatest lie ever spoken.

But I too,

may lie as if I am broken.

For you are dangerously beautiful,

so beautiful that I cry.

I am left in air too cool,

I cry and ask God why.

Why it is you that has left me so infatuated,

You have struck me.

I am now tainted,

oh, you have struck me.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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