2 January 2013
These lungs they ache for air, Like my heart hurts for care. But I know that you're out there... It's just finding where.
My feet will keep on walking my mouth hopes and keeps on talking. You will not find me balking, For its love that I am stalking.
I shall not wait for it to arrive, Whilst my lungs can't breath I'm not alive. So out for you I'll look and contrive. Till we are together and our bodies can thrive.
©Odd 02/01/13
Stalking Love • Opuss № I