I can feel her in every beat of my heart.
the thump thump thump
spells her name in morse code.

The plastic stars on my bedroom ceiling, draw a picture of her face.
and the bumps on my skin are a map leading straight to her.

She is ingrained in my being,
fitted in my existence,
embedded in my brain,
and sentenced to my heart.

She runs through my veins,
and seeps through my tears.
she frolics in my laughs,
and breathes in my lungs.

she takes.
and she takes and she takes,
and she takes,
i give,
and i give and i give
and I give.

Because her soul is a mountain,
i am destined to climb,
and only to happy
to plummet from.


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