Don't expect me
To be your lover
For I can't reciprocate
It scares and disgusts me
Though at a distance
I enjoy the thought of it's warmth
The softness of a touch
But once I analyze, it hardens
And turns me back to cold stone
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
