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How your heart beats.

Why can I not keep you off my mind?

Those eyes that make me tremble;

because  maybe I know you are poetry

or maybe I just want you to be.

Maybe I know that you are calm

or maybe I sense your  danger:

My knight–motorcycle king

come for me at last!


My mind in spinning,

tires in my mind,

the rotation of a heart

feels a lot like spinning donuts in the parking lot,

sitting –reading your book,

with my heart between the pages.

I bet you smell like old books and freshly mown grass.

I bet you taste like fearlessness and coffee.

I bet you are

the wind in my hair

and the boldness in my eye…

taking on the world,

your spirit surges through me.

And I can’t get you out of my mind

because you are building yourself a home within.


I’m scared.

Who are you?

Why must I be so dizzy?

Why must my head spin?

Why must I be so intrigued by the little smirk on your face

and the hazel of your eyes.











Let me know your thought in the comments below and thanks for reading.

” Me and the pen,we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”





I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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