Monday, August 29, 2016

Is this love

My heart skips when I hear your name.

My mind runs wild.

I die a little inside when I see you around.

I have no control over the way I feel.

So don't come near me.

Avoid the places I'll be.

'Cos I wonder if I'm ever able to revive my heart

when it has died every time you ran across my head.

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