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Restless and reeling, shaken and stirred,
My heart it is bleeding, my tears undeterred. 

So silly, so flighty, irresponsible too.
Yet so real, and so valid, so wrapped up in you. 

Who does this I wonder? Who falls in two weeks,
For your whisper, your murmur, your kiss on both cheeks?

You banged on my heart with suede words and soft feathers,
And I responded with shy, unreal dreams of forever.

First friends, and then besties, then flirting, then more.
You came out of nowhere, you broke down my doors. 

You warned me I know, my head screamed no too
But my heart went all in, flipped off both of you. 

What makes you so special? What makes you so rare? 
What makes me feel longings beyond all compare?

I shrug as my tears flow, a river at flood... 
The universe has secrets that live in our blood. 

No one's fault that this destiny gripped us in bliss,
That it hid such sharp teeth, a death grip, and a "hisss". 

My head murmurs "nono." My heart whispers "yesss",
And caverns within me freeze and cave in my chest. 

For now, I'll still curse every second you're gone;
And light up like the sunrise when I see your light on. 

Far beyond thinking, and for safety's sake, 
My heart dances with yours in my long dress, and your cape. 

Un-nameable feelings, unthinkable dreams,
Bleed out of my hope chest, leak out of my seams. 

You can't help but leave bruises, you can't help but leave scars. 
You can't help but be the death blow to my heart.

Someday... my thoughts say, I'll smile again.
But when, my heart sobs... but when, oh, but when?

Because the death march is coming. I feel it's cold chill.
The trumpets are sounding. The sun will stand still.

You'll be sorry but firm, and will worry I know,
But that will not stop you when you feel it's time that you go. 

And from oceans away I'll hear your sad, sweet goodbye,
As my body just crumples, as my soul it just dies.

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Copyright © Copyright©2016 littleduchess (little d)

They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery. I used to believe that was true but that was before I discovered the power of a score and then a comment. Those make my baby girl heart go pitter-pat like cray-cray-crazy. Goodness! However, reprinting my little stories, sending any elsewhere without permission or God forbid treating it as if it was your own is just sad. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be that sad person...would you? So, just don't do that and we'll all be happy. This is just my way of saying, "All rights reserved. This story may not be copied, transmitted or reproduced or used in any manner, either in part or in full, without the express written permission of the author." There, now all done with that messiness. Thank you, thank you...little d...xoxo

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