Highly Sensitive Person


It is in the silence where I hear your notes;
the musical genius of your song.
I hear the seconds as they pass, a steady om;
humming vibrations dance to your beat
and caress my tingling skin.
It is in the silence where I chase my pulse,
thumping so loudly within.
From the tips of my toes, to my temples gate,
your silence traps my awe.
I forget for a moment that the world is so loud...
so loud...
I have to cover my ears.
Keep me in the quiet, keep me in the calm,
keep me in the quiet...
where I can drift to your soothing love.

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