25/07/21
This is a strange feeling.
The acrobatic performance my stomach does when I think about her,
The feeling of giddiness when she smiles,
The heat I feel climbing up my neck when she says my name.
This is a strange feeling.
Why do feel this way?
Why do I so desperately want her?
Why do I need her?
Sometimes I wonder if I should be feeling this way.
Sometimes I wonder if I am ill.
A fever?
No.
This feeling isn't bad.
This feeling feels good.
I feel warm,
Happy,
Alive.
Every night I dream of a warm smile,
Auburn hair that resembles the fallen October leaves,
Hazel brown eyes.
Every night,
I dream of her.
This is a very strange feeling.
It is almost sickly,
But it is mostly sweet.
Sometimes I wonder if I should tell her,
But when I have the chance to,
My palms go sweaty,
It's as if I can't find a single word.
Why do I feel this way?
Should I feel this way?
What is this feeling?
Why do I feel it?
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Poems: Autumn Dreams
Poesía"Autumn Dreams" is a collection of poems I wrote, from when I was still in the closet up until I had came out and started dating my first girlfriend. I had written these poems about a girl I had a crush on at the time, who I only spoke to once or tw...
