I cling to your words
Like stars cling to the sky.
You fill me with hope
And dreams of another day.
I close my eyes and feel your gaze
I can feel you, your stare.
You are my nightmare and my dream.
Because my worst nightmare was not you wanting me,
Yet, why do I fear if you do?
Would I have only imagined it?
Imagined you finally giving in?
Afraid it will only be a dream.
Afraid it will disappear with mornings light.
A,
You have been very tender with me as of late. Why do I fear it? I do not know how to react to it. Maybe it's because I will want more? I think yes.
9:25 p.m. - 2019-02-01
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