Saturday, 2 April 2011

"Sparks" - unknown

Sometimes I can barely remember what it’s like
to feel those sparks,
 where nervousness dances on your skin,
and your throat drops into your stomach
leaving you without words,
and your pupils dialate to the largest measure unheard of
— all for this one person who doesn’t even realize
 that they’re the reason for this
 quiet explosion of emotion.

Sometimes, I miss that..
but then you walk into the room
and suddenly,
 my mind and body remembers every little bit of it.
It looks like all it takes
 to make it all come back
 is just the sight of you.

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