You are a deer in front of
incoming lights,
you will not move
until fear of dying
g
r
i
p
s
you.
Shall I be your
death sentence?
and should your death be my
tears?
Do I need to burn,
for you to realize you have
ignored the signs?
I'm the street you are
supposed to walk,
but you seem stuck at
the traffic lights;
I've only been flashing
GREEN
ever since I saw you.
And yet we settle on small talk.
I'm too terrified
to push your buttons
out
of
their
comfort
zone,
And
you are
too
reserved
to let
me.
Something's got to give.
This ain't no way to let love live.
- Crimsyy♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1
