Pattering hearts and dusted cheeks


The world stopped,
in it our eyes locked,
and the jubilant hum of the world became just that.

through your eyes I saw my own,
and in that moment I felt I was home.

This room,
its filled with forbidden passion,
we both knew we had to ration.

my past lovers held the chains,
whilst your only love held the reigns.

yet in my mind I hold scarce doubt,
that in due course,
we’re sure to shout
and our worlds will fuse with force.

then with a bump in the road I shy away,
and lead us into a platonic state.

with dusted cheeks and pattering hearts,
we braced the stairs and hoped to last.

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