The Realization

By: Abe Sierra Jr.

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Tell me

what is this feeling?

 

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You take my heart

and place it in a bolting chariot

 

I find your lips so sweet

even honey tastes bitter in comparison

 

On the coldest, darkest nights

your kisses feel like summer days

 

And every time you speak to me

all I hear is a melody

 

You’ve found a way to fly me to the highest clouds —

without a parachute or safety measures

 

And with your colorful words

you've painted a smile on this once blank canvas

 

So Tell me

what is this feeling called?

 

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Wait…Am I in love?