Posted in of the heart, poetry

You, terrifying being…


I’m scared…

of the things I might feel,
of getting addicted to
the glances that I steal,

of wanting to stay
wrapped in your arms
cozied by your warm rays,

of getting hooked
to the sound of your breathing
and your eyes when you look

at me- oh I am naked- bared
in front of you my walls turn jelly
there isn’t a brick you spare

your cold whispers
rekindle this flame inside me
this one mess of a dying ember

and I am scared… of you
and all the things you make me
feel- and all that you do

to me- to my soul in slumber
content with the right regrets
in peace with all surrender

you… are my worst nightmare,
the embodiment of my fears
dressed as my sweetest dream ever

I am scared.
you’re terrifying…
hauntingly beautiful

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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