His Effect on Me

by sweet escape   Aug 19, 2008


He sees into me,
Like I'm made of glass.
Every time I want to flee,
He knocks me on my a*s.

Makes me stop, breath, and think,
While looking deep within.
Every time I'm at my brink,
I just put my focus on him.

The world stops spinning,
His effects slowing time,
Around him I'm always grinning,
And speaking in rhyme.

My heart skips a beat,
My breath gets faster,
If only we could meet,
Life wouldn't be a total disaster.

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  • 15 years ago

    by HvN

    Wow.... amazing... glad you're back writing =]

  • 15 years ago

    by adriaan

    "He sees into me,
    Like I'm made of glass.
    Every time I want to flee,
    He knocks me on my a*s."

    ^ Right...that's one thing I didn't know. Lol.

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