A Mess That Doesn't Need to Be Cleaned :)
I'm tripping over myselfI'm falling, and spinning 'round
And its weird because,
It only happens when your around.
My mind goes completely blank
My eyes turn soft with care
A smile spreads across my lips
My chest feels like it could tear.
My heart speeds up 100 km/h
My stomech turns into an earthquake
My legs start to tremble
And my knee's start to shake
As you can see
I'm a total crazed girl with you
But thats alright,
Because I know its only you.
Poetry by Sarah Mae
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Written on 2009-06-13 at 07:09
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