he looked at me
as if I was a flame
of hot, blazing fire,
never taking his gaze
off me,
in that he
never knew if
he was merely afraid
or utterly fascinated.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
an alluring flame
he looked at me
as if I was a flame
of hot, blazing fire,
never taking his gaze
off me,
in that he
never knew if
he was merely afraid
or utterly fascinated.
