I just finished a romance movie, one of very young pure love. Not a teen romance that involves sexual tensions, but one of simple junior high kids learning to love each other's personality and quirks. I'm sitting across from my love, just wanting to be held. Maybe it's being on my monthly cycle I yearn for your touch. But I'm crying and I don't know why. I want to be held , I want your affection. To feel your warmth, to lay my head on your chest and feel your heart beat. Why? Your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. I feel so alone even thought you're across from me. I don't mean to be and I don't know why, so don't ask. Part of me wants to fall asleep, and let it be morning, but then part of me wants to dream and never stop. I guess I'll wait and see.
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Brain wired with Yarn
PoetryDeep thoughts by a random young adult that needs to be written down and told to somebody.
