That's right;
You made me get butterflies.
Because it felt like you were genuinely worried about me;
And because no one around me had ever cared for me like that.
I guess that's what I really liked about you,
So much that I was blind about everything else.
That's why I'm scared;
I'm really scared that,
Everything will disappear as if it was all a lie.
I'm afraid that my feeling;
All the fond memories,
Would disappear as if they never happened?
So,
I don't want to know the truth.
Even now,
I'm happy that atleast
Your hand still fells warm to me.
- 4 February
YOU ARE READING
Words I couldn't say!
Poetrysome of my thoughts, emotions and part of me which i wanted to show but couldn't tell anyone and some which i want to scream to the world about are here. :)
