You tell me “I am too much”
But I'm too dark to be taken lightly,
Your heart is like a forbidden place,
as if feeling deeply is a wound that refuses to heal.
But sweetheart,
I crave the storm in you,
the tempest hiding in your chest,
the wild, unbridled surge of emotions no one else dares to face.
Let me drown in your chasms, wade through the shades of silence,
trace the flimsy map of your contusions,
run my fingers over every indented rim, each splintered shard
My mind is full of yellow mood,all because of your forbidden desires
Got many clingy desires around me
But yours is the intended cling.
©hushdarlin
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