Peep Show Of The Best Kind

Peep Show Of The Best Kind

6.12.2010

When All Is Said And Done





My eyes are crusted with the sleep that drowns me.
My heart is calloused by constant handling.
My arms are heavy, buried in my pockets.
My ears are bleeding, weary of incessant chattering.
When suddenly;
My stomach is fluttering with millions of butterflies.
My fear melts like ice cream in the heat of summer.
My eyes throb, sore from the sight of you.
My fingers twitch to feel your skin.
My chest burns as I speak your name in whispers.
My love for you is the salt that makes me float in deep waters.

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