1 February 2013
Pulling
Tugging
Tearing at my heart.
I look deep into the abyss
Known as your eyes.
You speak and the world
It stops spinning
And I float out of control
Straight into heaven.
I float past the angels
Who have no beauty
Compared to you.
Up into the black
Known as outer space
I'm running out of air
But still I see your face.
Crashing back down
As I look away.
Maybe I should start
To understand this feeling
Before I hit
The ceiling.
Tearing • Opuss № I