Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

I was; I get

I was drowning in your deep, ocean eyes.
For there was beauty and darkness in it.
I can look at it whenever I want but maybe if I did it too often I'd already be drowning.

I get lost with your soft, burning touch.
For your hands are burning with fire, And I was freezing with ice.
When your touch leaves my skin all I feel is complete coldness. I guess I shouldn't get attached that much.

I get shivers down my spine whenever you look at me. Those deep green eyes were like daggers pointed at me but at the same time, it could be warm soft pillows where I wanted to fall.

I get crazy with your nostalgic, heartfelt smile.
It brings me happiness whenever I see your lips curve, how they smile from ear to ear.
And with those lips I say, All day I've been wanting to kiss.