Love
It's a dejávu
I can't really give a clear view
I could be blind for all I care
But my heart beat is a drum I can't ignore
This feeling is rare
I have fallen only to sustain bruises severally
But this fall is somewhat different
It comes with a bonus of sensations I can't quite explain
If I was a pencil
I would sharpen my graphite alittle bit more to highlight what I feel
But I can only align this to love
The only cacoon that opens to beauty
A painful shell to break but not one can resist
Lately I've been love thrilled like never
It's scary to admit but I'm not ashamed
If my drum beats are scribbled with your name
Would you dance to my tune?
Not to be a laughing stalk
But the road to my drum storage room right in the septum of my heart.
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