Breaking Through
A feeling washes over me
When you walk in the room
With each step you take
My heart beats faster.
My thoughts start to race
Like the indie 500 except
At a faster pace than cars
Could ever go today.
My palms start to sweat and
That is not the best part
My color gets wet and
My throat gets a lump in it.
I swear that my heart is trying
To pound out of my chest
I try to fight this feeling but
It is still there.
She said Yes
Copyright © Richard Williams | Year Posted 2013
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