Heart flutters,
shy smiles.
Eyes that make
the mind go wild.
Like a lightning strike,
my heart skips a beat
when you finally look at me.
So I hold your gaze,
I'd hold it for days,
had I not been afraid
of what I could see.
So I look away
and run and hide
because I'm afraid
of what I might find.
And once again,
you'll forget I'm here,
and I'll come out again,
filled with fear.
So now I wait for you to
look at me once more
and once again,
I'll look at the floor.
Because even though
this love almost scares me away,
I still sometimes wish that
you would stay.
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poetrya collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
