i see you writing.
your words settling in my mind,
circulating and repeating themselves in order to remind me of what could be true.
you love could fill me up with a single glance,
yet if i'm misinterpreting your signs,
i may be crushed.
however this is no ordinary romance,
for what we have cannot be shared.
hatred, confusion, and misinterpretation,
we may be living in hiding.
i do not want to hide my love for you,
but if it means i can share myself with your beauty and grace,
i want to make that sacrifice.
YOU ARE READING
i feel
Поэзияthis is kinda gonna be like where i drop some feels and idk whatever i feel like writing
