For the butterflies I felt just before was nothing compared to what I felt then.
A feeling so foreign, yet a feeling so wondrous.
Something so beautiful, something only you can make me feel.
Even after the first time it's already become an addiction.
For I crave your lips, I crave your embrace.
I crave you.
I crave us.
I want to relive the night over and over again.
I didn't want it to end.
For then I must wait until we meet again.
I must wait to find home in your arms, to find the strength you give me on your lips.
To hear your words of comfort, and to feel it all over again.
Even with the sweatshirt I wear, your scent still lingering.
It doesn't give me the same feeling from before.
Yet even so it keeps me calm, it keeps you on my mind.
I'm okay with it though, for you make me feel better.
You make everything better.
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In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
