This Feeling....

The butterflies still arise

The smile still flashes

My heartbeat still flutters

Shaking every nerve aloud.

It’s been seven years

Yet this feeling doesn’t disappear

It’s a drug you can’t neglect

A substance so pure, that you even fear.

How did I fall into this trap?

This methodical cycle of falling in and out of it.

A mystery so deep

It always reappears

Can you take this feeling away

And bring it back when the demons are here

It will save me, sooth me and make magical things appear.

My heart still thuds

Striking every organ

How did I come to be this way

A question that can never dissipate.

You cut out a piece of me

Now I’m bleeding

But I’ll heal

Oh I’ll heal soon

I’m scared to be alone now.

They say that time cures all wounds

Is that just a myth?

I’ve fallen again

But the ground has held me this time

Is that the beauty of time

Or just a curse in disguise

Only the clock will tell.

Till then I’ll wait by my windowsill

In solitude

The butterflies still arising,

The smile still flashing

My heartbeat still fluttering,

Shaking every nerve aloud.