well i fall and i fall again,
scared of scraping my knees,
i wanna stay far from the edge.
but sometimes a pair of eyes meet mine,
doesn't move me much,
other times it hits me like lightning.
then i make mistakes and say nothing,
or i say too much too fast,
fucking it up before it starts.
i feel too much or nothing at all,
average love is not what i want,
less than fire is not enough.
hey, i don't want you to look at me,
or even think and wonder about me,
or touch me unexpectedly
but i want you to see me.
now you're feeling cold like winter,
breathing smoke in a blue haze.
wish that i could show you i feel.
well i fall and i fall again,
i refuse to fall to the ground this time,
and so i decide that i won't.
but sometimes a pair of eyes meet mine,
and it hits me like lightning,
leaves me overanalyzing,
and dreaming things about you and i,
but i swear that doesn't mean i'm falling.
don't know what to do about this,
it's probably hopeless, such misfortune.
for i am always more than it seems,
or less than it seems,
eternally reaching for expectations.
and i will fall and i will fall again,
in love with everything beautiful and strange.
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feelz
Poetry💫 Hope for the future mixed with frustration, longing, melancholic nostalgia and realization. A whirlwind of feelings or - "feelz". . . 💫 ♡ (I take no credit for the images used, only the lyrics are mine) ♡