Whisper softly, for the angels are sleeping,
And the demons in my head are stirring, stirring,
Can you hear my racing heart beat,
Against you, who in it have taken a seat?
This body I possess has been occupied by,
A strange sensation that is no longer shy,
Creeping over, consuming me,
A new persona, forming slowly,
I extend my hand, our fingers entwine,
A safe place to land, one that I can call mine,
Our eyes twinkle like the stars above,
Exchanging glances of what they call love.
©lightbehindthecloud (Tejasvi Kashyap)