Pure O

June 25, 2017

One two
Three four
I'm becoming unsure
My thoughts are impure
I hope I can endure

One two
Three four
They're asking for more
I can feel it in my core
My hands drop to the floor

One two
Three four
My breathing rate has been secured
My nerves are reinsured
This love is premature

Four three
Two one
My serotonin levels are being overrun
Now that she's got me high-strung
My internal battle has begun
But I know my heart has already won

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