When you hold me near, it is not love that I fear.
I fear you leaving and drifting away from me in that little boat of yours out to sea.
I fear you leaving me.
But for as long as you hold me near, I will always be here.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
fear
When you hold me near, it is not love that I fear.
I fear you leaving and drifting away from me in that little boat of yours out to sea.
I fear you leaving me.
But for as long as you hold me near, I will always be here.