Out Of Control

Sometimes when strangers meet,
there is an electricity between them.
The aspirations they had
rise above what they thought.
The moment they touched
deep thoughts ascended upon them,
worrying fears nagged.
It was never suppose to be like this
as the blood rushes through the system
way out of control.
Both know there is something there,
but the question is what.
Is it a close undying friendship
or is it love that has them in its grasp.
Neither can comprehend the feelings,
they must just go with the flow
waiting to see what might transpire
all the time too frightened to let go.

12 November 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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