Spinning out of control
I see a face in my dreams, a face that I recognize not to be the one I once loved. A simple phone call to say hello, a busy signal is what I get. Can't you see that I'm trying? I want to make you understand where I'm coming from yet my efforts seem useless. If you could only accept me for who I am and what I am I see things working. My dearset past...I still love and feel the emotion of butterflies going crazy in the pit of my stomach, the lump in my throat when i speak, a skip of beating in my heart that makes me weak to my knees. You are my "sweet angel of mercy."