My eyes close and see you there
Inches away and slightly bare
I love you, I crave you
But why is this feeling making me blue?
Your skin is steaming hot to my touch
The temperature is low, I don't feel much
You let out a sigh and whispered inside
You said you love me, but why do I feel sad?
I want you, I need you
I'm always trying to find you
I'm always uneasy, always unsure
But why do I always come back for more?
I surrender myself with my own free will
You fill in my gaps and it gives me chills
I'm so sick, so tired, so out of my grip
But why are you the cure that I need?
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
