I've never been so open with you before, but all the words came out in a downpour. You held me gently, ruffled my hair, I don't know if you saw the affection in my eyes, but I didn't care.
I still feel your arm around me, my face pressed to your shoulder, laughing but not wanting to let go.
You are what makes my chest seize, the breath in my lungs freeze. I told you I loved you, but I couldn't help but make it seem as if I was speaking of someone else.
The truth would hurt, but I refuse to lie, so I hold it back, bury it deep inside.
The way you looked into my eyes, the way your lips were so close to mine, my heart flutters still.
I for once held your gaze, for once felt so brave, but when you broke away, I knew perchance, you maybe felt the same way.
If it was my imagination, then it's a dream that I never want to end.
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Moving the Mountains
PoetryPoetry used to bring down countries and inspire artists and break and win over hearts. This poetry is meant for the same fate, if only one truly decides to read it.
