When looking at you
and I fail to speak-
produce the perfect words-
know that it's not out of reluctance.
Instead - know,
the air in my lungs has fled.
My heart has begun clawing its way
through my chest, begging to feel your
blood fill its chambers. Goosebumps
wave across my skin as it yearns
for your touch. My eyes
well, your beauty
surreal.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC
When looking at you
and I fail to speak-
produce the perfect words-
know that it's not out of reluctance.
Instead - know,
the air in my lungs has fled.
My heart has begun clawing its way
through my chest, begging to feel your
blood fill its chambers. Goosebumps
wave across my skin as it yearns
for your touch. My eyes
well, your beauty
surreal.
I'm not sure where I got the inspiration, but I wanted to try my hand at creating an image within the words. I'm happy with how it turned out. :)