beautiful but cold
she is like the snow
she is a tornado
with the most fascinating eyes
and honey sweet voice
nothing in my life makes sense
everything seems to contradict itself
it reminds me of her
it's like
her eyes cut straight through me
her intense glares
that i don't think even the strongest
of my friends could take
yet she is smiling at me
fucking smiling
and i don't know how to cope
but still
somehow
she makes sense
she fits
she is all that does
and that is why
i am so terrified of losing her
that is why my emotions
manifest into the shakiness
of my hands and legs
when i imagine
a life without her
for it would be life without sunshine
or without laughter
or without love
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the forms of all my lovers : poetry
Poetrya collection of my poetry. pictures used mostly paintings by cesar biojo 🌟 thank you for reading!
