Reading My Dark Vanessa and Having Realizations
Sometimes I think I could never kiss you
As much as I miss you,
I could probably never bring myself
to do such thing
kissing an old man
like a thoughtless little fling
What a strange thought
I could never be yours
alltogether
My feelings for you would most certainly change
like april weather
and I'd feel wrong all over
Deep down I know I don't want you as my lover
I only want to burry my face into your chest
sticking to you like a sweet pest,
be cared for like a baby
and cuddle as a small precious cat into your arms
That's what I want
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YOU ARE READING
ROMANTICISM.
Poetrysinking into romanticism like my body would into a field of flowers a hundred little rose buds that keep me breathing while the wind lowers .poetry.
