What is this burning?
This freezing cold burning that makes me gasp for air?
What is this burning?
This melting sensation I feel with just your mere touch?
That comes and stays embedded in my skin, though you only linger for a moment?
What is this burning?
This feiry, feverish passion of depth and affection?
This never-ending abyss that you pull me down into?
Down, down, down. . .
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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
PoetryJust a few poems to get out all of my loving, yet frustrated emotions to my special someone. :) <3 Note: Some of these are free verse, some are not, it just depends on what comes into my heart. © Moraceae
