I’m under some sort of spell.
A misconception of a fictional hell.
A ringing in my mind,
like wind chimes and bells.
This isn’t real,
it’s just a mid day feel.
And the rest will disperse,
I’ll be again left at my worst.
Everyday I see you,
there’s nothing that will stop my heart,
from caring about you and ending,
in my heart’s own inflicted burst.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016