as these thoughts eclipse my mind,
My veins begin to coil like twine,
for my heart beat becomes undefined.
I fear my silence shall be my doom,
more than when I free my words,
But my dead voice I must exhume,
and let them fly like uncaged birds.
Give me your heart so I may live,
hold my hands so I may feel peace,
All your affection do let me receive,
and clothe me with love's golden fleece.
My heart thumps in a jittery dance,
but all I crave is you give me a chance.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2016
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