I wish you knew how much I to want say, but it won't let me. The little knot in my chest won't let me. My voice cracks. I speak with very low tones, so usual. Because for you I will be gentle, as gentle as I can be. Looking at you make my knees weak,
that's such a cliché you'd say.
To be able to see you and feel your presence is all I want.
To see your smile and your beautiful face. To be embraced.
The slightest touch of your skin on mine tips me over. The little voices in my head screams of joy, bubbles in my stomach and slightly sweaty palms.
There's absolutely no way for me to stay calm.
-Ange
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PoetryAllow yourself to feel your feelings. Allow yourself to address your feelings. -Poem-