The Look
I think I am afraid to love,
To move into emotions positive,
But instead I move into the abyss
Its knowing the unknown that frightens the hair of my pale arms
It stands on end as the words roll off your tongue
Are you afraid to love?
What is the chance,
The challenge that I may find myself intertwined with your soul?
Then I shall choose to scrape all the attention off of my shoulders and back onto the shaken leaves of the tree that grows within your garden
It is a rule I have set
I am bound by these things
And yet you seem to welcome me with your eyes wide
There is no room for judgement,
As you promised to the lips before mine
And I have yet to be awakened by the sounds of a silent room
The humming that you so abide by to the morning ritual
The stare that emits...something
Intimate
But I would fail to open these sores for you to heal
And I am cursed to read the puzzles that cause wrinkles to your perfection
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