I've never felt so warm,
And I'm getting scared
From the thoughts that form;
Because I was unprepared
By just how strong
Your pull would be.
You give me a place to belong
And you don't know what it means to me.
The freckles painted on your skin
Beg for me to touch.
Then you'll turn and grin
With that dimple, it's too much.
Your soft eyes blaze
As you watch me.
I could get lost in your gaze.
Just trying to see what you see.
- I'm scared of how you make me feel.
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
