Hand on my heart,
pounding in my chest,
butterflies in my stomach,
can't seem to rest.
My eyes are open,
waiting for you,
the night is slow,
time is too.
Sleep is for the weary,
making me insane.
Adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I hope the day finds me,
ever wide awake,
counting down the moments,
until I see your face.
Copyright August 2013 Sossina J Chirhart
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