Woodlynn Sance

You know,
The butterflies in the stomach
Heart beating fast in panic
Tongue tied lost for words
Eyes locked and souls immersed
Kind of chemistry

But see,
I’m not a fighter, that’s my curse
I’m more of a lover, that’s the worst
Not any kind of lover…let me depict
The kind that’s a hopeless romantic
Damn that chemistry

And yet,
Hope came crashing down
Shattered into million pieces
In the silence we drown
As memories turn to ashes
We had chemistry