stay.A Poem by introspicereDraft. It's scary, how feelings develop. The further I fall, the more I fear of losing or hurting her. It's what beauty often is; a mix of joy, pain, sadness, awe, and fleeting serenity.I think about you when sleep meets morning; when my senses slip out of the night and into bed sheets and rousing muscles. I stretch outwardly, searching for a thought of you to embrace between myself and the comfort of my pillow. I think of you when colors parade the afternoon or when laughter finds a song to sing I think of you when the moon drains the morning And my body gives way to sleep's gravity The outline of your features, The sound of your voice, The buzz of your warmth; when I define beauty, I can only think of you. And sometimes, I feel Further and further into your curves and edges, and the further I fall, the more I fear the ground how does someone with a fear of heights fall so far so fast so willingly. © 2017 introspicereAuthor's Note
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Added on September 25, 2016 Last Updated on February 27, 2017 Tags: love, romance, poetry, spoken word AuthorintrospicerePhilippinesAboutI have yet to teach myself how to write out of will. For now, I've just got feelings that bleed on keys and pens. more..Writing
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