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May 2014
You're a synonym for my worst nightmare,
Seeping through my skin like ink on paper,
Finding your way into my veins, till you're right in my heart.
I've been thinking about you constantly,
Your shy demeanor and awkward charm,
The way your fingertips lightly brush my jaw
When we kiss in my car.
I'm finding myself falling so fast,
Unable to catch the breath the I'm breathing onto your neck.
I didn't think this would happened,
You're softening me with sweetness.
I'm waiting for the night I realise I am completely enveloped in you,
I'm already dreading the thought of separation.
You make me feel terrified.
Emma Pickwick
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