you are beautiful in the light of the woods.
i want to get to know you, but i don't know
if i should, but as i got closer, your
warmth drew me in and i was
filled
with a rather
tingling
sensation,
and i figured it was okay to keep you
in my imagination.
but as i reached for you,
that same tingling sensation felt
different.
your warmth became so hot
that it burnt my fingertips.
and that's how i learned what pain was.
i let myself get so close to you
until i forgot what boundaries were,
and you,
you never warned me.
if only i'd known how
dangerous this love could be,
maybe we could've avoided
whatever happened between you and me.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
you are beautiful in the light of the woods.
i want to get to know you, but i don't know
if i should, but as i got closer, your
warmth drew me in and i was
filled
with a rather
tingling
sensation,
and i figured it was okay to keep you
in my imagination.
but as i reached for you,
that same tingling sensation felt
different.
your warmth became so hot
that it burnt my fingertips.
and that's how i learned what pain was.
i let myself get so close to you
until i forgot what boundaries were,
and you,
you never warned me.
if only i'd known how
dangerous this love could be,
maybe we could've avoided
whatever happened between you and me.
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