You took my pulse without ever touching me.

Like honey and flowers,
you were my bumble-bee.

Like my everything is on your feet,
I'm roaming over your misty steeves.

The moment is alive like molten lead,
I'm finding my peace in your street.

Some past harassed, are sprinting with.

On your smile, it's crashing very deep.

Still, my heart my soul is looking for,
The reason!
If someone's controlling my preast.

© harishbearboy