He is dark and twisted
but so are my heart and soul
I love him yet I fear him.
I crave his touch, his laugh, his care,
as I fear his touch, his laugh, his care.
How can one both fear and want the same thing,
It is the fear of loosing the thing you want that stops you from wanting it.
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Poetry collection
PoetryYou must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it. -Dead Poets society 1989
