too much
you make me feel nausea in a good way
i forgot what butterflies in the stomach felt like
my nerves are shot and i haven’t got a clue
what are you doing to me
are you blind to what you do to my mind
haven’t you the faintest notion
you are poetry in motion
words fail to express my surprise
words fail to come to light
you have tongue tied the poet in me
where do i find the words to say
when you constantly steal them away
stolen glances afflict me
with the decease of your beauty
the drug of your eyes addict me
sometimes too little is too much
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