Cheeks burn. Palms sweat. Hands shake. Fists clench. Legs go weak. Breath vanishes. Voice fades.
This sensation is one I am but all to familiar with
The stranger sits with a certain poise that makes me fly to cloud nine
But my feet are rooted to the very spot.
This feeling comes in waves.
Waves much to big to sail.
They crash upon the shore of my small beach village, destroying everything in their path.
And all the while, I am drowning
The water was above my head long before I knew how to float
This feeling in my chest is so familiar
It's movements more like a memory than a dream
And yet, I have never experienced it before. Not to this strength
If this is love, then I do not know it.
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Fearfully Unafraid : Poems and other misfits
PoetryThis is just a random collection of my poetry and other small writings. They aren't the best but I'm experimenting and trying to improve my writing. Hope you enjoy. (This won't be updated regularly.)
