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At first sight

No stress.
Stressed out nonetheless.  
Avoid eye contact.  
Give my mind a rest.  
  
Feeling blessed.  
Blood rushing through my veins.  
Do I excel or fail this test.  
Problematic maths keep matters compressed.  
   
Feeling less.  
Less than I thought I’d feel I guess.  
My mind’s a bad place right now.  
My body’s in exquisite shape somehow.  
   
Since I met you, I learned things I’d like to be led to.  
Things that’ll take my mind of the cries she sings.  
Things that’ll make me feel right inside and brighter than the rays of sun she brings.  
Simple things.  
   
A gust of wind takes me out of this trance I’m in.  
Feels like I started at the end,    
so no way of knowing where I’m at or where I’m supposed to begin.  
Take me out of this dance my king.  
   
I’d hate to lose to anyone winning on the side I had to choose.  
Choices mean nothing when they’re chosen for you.  
Choices are meant to be open, clear and see through.  
   
Unknowingly walking the tight rope.  
Polluting my thoughts, puzzeled like a kaleidoscope.  
Try to cope with slip and sliding down this slope    
while controlling my breath until I’m bound to choke.  
   
First love seems like a sick joke.  
   
Try to embrace it though.    
It’s a one time thing so take the front row and enjoy the show.
Written by Drieks
Published | Edited 15th Jun 2021
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