I feel like,
I've just exhaled my tension and,
all the tears that've built up inside,
I feel more then compensated as I'm caught up,
in a whirlwind of
new beginnings,
and though it's been only been a day or so,
since we last kissed,
your touch is sorely missed here and I don't know,
if this is love or like,
and I don't know if,
today I am blind,
I don't know how deep these feelings run,
or for how long,
I don't know if this is just a rebound,
an attempt to keep myself strong,
I'm twirling in a whirlwind,
of warm feelings,
I stare at the ceiling,
and smile.

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