How many butterflies would I have in my stomach when I see you?
How dry would my mouth be when you call out for me?
How fast would my heart beat when I touch your feet?
Would I even blink once when you look at me?
Would I find the right words to speak to you?
How many tears would flow down my face, when you embrace me to your chest?
And what excuse would I make for all those wasted breathes?
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Thats some deep inspirational stuff. You may consider contacting people like Sikh Speak as i'm sure they would be interesting in your work.
i was happily indulging in the scenario the poem painted out until the last line hit home. ouch.
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