I always avert my gaze from his eyes. I'm afraid.
I'm terrified that if I stare deep, I might get devoured by it.
His stares are so deep like dimples and if I dive right in,
I'm afraid I won't come up for air anymore.
I'm frightened by the thought that he'll read me and my soul.
I am scared to death that he might know
That I'm falling madly in love with him
And he won't be able to reciprocate it back.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...