L to R and back again 9-23-06
I hate this feeling,
These butterflies that haunt,
My dreams,
My thoughts,
My everwaking mind.
There are times
Your so sweet
Then times I doubt
My feelings.
But everytime
I almost change my mind,
You blow my mind,
Making me flatline
Always incessantly
Making me rhyme.
But everytime
I’m close to confession
You blow my mind another way
My heart hurting in every possible way,
Chest tight
Tears nigh,
When will I have my turn to fly,
I’m afraid you shall never know your name.
Maybe I’ll spell it in the end of every game.
C.
ViciousMakeout Community Member 
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