It’s the feeling of your arm
As it slowly loses sensation
And drifts into pricks and pins of sleep
It’s the feeling of awe
When the sun dips down to hug the horizon
And blushes so brilliantly
It turns the whole world red.
It’s the feeling of true expression
That I feel when I lace up pointe shoes
And let all emotions rein my limbs
It’s the feeling of pure beauty
When you look in the mirror
And truly smile about something
It’s the look in your eyes
When you turn to me before drifting to sleep
And whisper so delicately
I love you
It’s the feeling of your stomach
Dropping to your toes
As the rollercoaster lurches
From the platform
It’s a plane before lift off
It’s the reflection of the sky in a pond
It’s the look of a small kid with ice cream
It’s the feeling I get
After a long night at the computer
As I curl up beneath blankets
And feel the blood rush back to my hands
It’s the feeling I get
When I climb into my hoodie
And the warmth spreads
From my head to my toes
It’s the smell of warm apple pie
And the way it makes you smile
Even on those give up days
It’s the feeling of purest joy
It’s the feeling of love.
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