A piece of me still dreams, still hopes...
That someday you will love me.
Because when you touch me I can feel something inside me stir. And now calm and complacent, my demons they still.
And it's such a foreign concept to me, to feel safe in someone's arms. But when you touch me you quiet all my storms.
I can do the stillness. - The closeness without words. Though I come alive from your laugh, and our conversations, and your opinions yet to be heard.
I understand, as I am just as hesitant to reach out as you.
Your love is hard earned, and yet to be had. Just as I go to such great lengths to keep people farther than arms length. You keep me just far enough, to not become too attached.
Will these letters ever reach you? Or will they fall on deaf ears, just like so many thoughts to never cross my lips.
Do you ever think of me too on those sleepless nights. Or am I even a thought to ever cross your mind.
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A Collection Of Poetry
PoetryA Poetry Collection that contains a mix of light and dark. Each piece crafted from the heart and derived from past experiences, emotions and thoughts.
