...it will make you squirm in your seat,
With motionless anxiety.
It shall make your mind spin so fast,
That even your name will confuse you.
Stop. Breathe. Hold it.
When you let it out,
Everything will make since.
The moment you stepped in this room,
Everything was okay.
When you stepped out,
Everything realized it was going to okay.
You are the one that I need.
The one, that I want.
Hold it in,
For it will make you live,
Oh the glory.
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I really like this. It reminds me of things.
ReplyDeleteBut I don't get the line, "Everything realized it was going to okay."