I am out of breath.
when you walk past,
with your swiftness and grace,
my heart speeds up, yet it feels as if its’ slown down.
I am unknown.
unknown to the people that feel the same way;
the way i first felt when your
hand touched my face.
I am out of breath.
your walking past, oh heart attack.
well, maybe not, yet it feels as though its been attacked,
attacked by cupid’s evil twin.
I wish I wasn't so out of breath,
so I can finally say all I’ve wanted to do since i can remember.
