Monday, March 17, 2014

Making Sense

It couldn't be love 
So why is my heart racing?
It's true that you look good
But that's infatuation

My heart is always in suspense 
Will it ever make sense?

I always think of you
Call it live imagination 
Time should make it fade 
But it's here for the duration

It is enough to make my head explode
My mind has gone rogue. 







 











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