I fear what you would think of me if you knew what I felt of you.
The longing in my chest burns so fiercely that if I breathe too deep I'm sure it will kill me.
Your eyes are oceans and when they wash over me, I am thankful that I can not swim.
Thunder wages behind my ribs, and you, the lightning, threatening to split me open.
Your smile, catching my breath, and threatening to never let go.
Hands so soft, I fear if they hold me, I will plummet right through.
Your laugh, an insurmountable earthquake, shattering my every wall.
When my world burns, I will surely find you holding the match.
I crave you in ways I shouldn't, ways I know might kill me too.
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Letters I'll Never Send
PoetryA simple letter can convey so much emotion, too bad no one will ever receive them
