Your dark smooth complexion
Catches my heart when it catches my eye
Your warmth flowing through me like an infection
So satisfied I could cry
Be still heart being made to race
By my love’s touch
Such a heated embrace
It’s almost to much
You have carried me through
Some of the hardest days
By staying so true
It was never a phase
When I was on the street
You brought my friends together
At the corner shop we would meet
To get out of the weather
I was only thirteen
It was love at first sight
I could never have seen
How you would excite
You make my mornings a treat
No need for toffee
White and sweet
Is how I take my coffee
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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