worry fills my face
fills my plate, fills my bowl,
fills this place
try and run
he said
try and hide
he said
running round running round
drafting the smell of fear
already been here
twice this year
public perception won't
matter anymore
when only you and i are left,
and this place is
no more
as your curves wane
i will distinguish you by
the lines in your face
will you recognize the
worry in this face
and fill the empty space?
but....oh, your unforgettable smile, how it makes me sweat.
uneasily, and soon i will be soaking wet.
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