oh ok well that happened

im feeling these feelings you see

that demand to be felt and their victem is me

butterflies wings slicing through me like blades

my heart beat a drum, never going to fade


the chills continue from my head to my toes

and im young and it could by my mind i supppose

but  dear your eyes peirce my soul, my hear  bursts into flames

when on occasion i hear you calling my name


i have no clue how somehow i hide it 

when blood rushes through my veins and cannot quit

and though the pain intensifies the more i know

if youre gonna be the death of me thats how i wanna go


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