11 January, 2016

Stolen

My heart is stolen
Can't feel the flutter
The mind is a jumbled
Incoherent mutter
The crowd swells
Talking around me
My eyes are still
You are all they see
She jokes, he laughs
And punches my arm
My lips tilt
Charmed by your charm

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