~Maybe If I Keep Writing Poems About How I Feel About You, All The Emotion Will Escape My Heart And Get

~Maybe if I keep writing poems about how I feel about you, all the emotion will escape my heart and get trapped in the words~

-a poem of a new kind

~I wonder what his hand would feel like against mine. How would it look?

I wonder what his arms would feel like around me. How strong is he?

I wonder what his lips would feel like against mine. How would he taste?~

-a poem of a new kind

~Damned if I do and damned if I don't, but I'd much rather be damned for doing than damn myself by living in the regret of never doing when I had the chance.~

-a poem of a new kind

~I never meant for it to go this far, but now I am so afraid to lose you even though you're not mine~

-a poem of a new kind

"SURVIVING"

~Imagine if I just vanished. No one would miss me. That's what I tell myself anyway. As if I would actually run away. Running takes bravery, and I am a different kind of coward. But it's a thrilling notion to entertain, nonetheless~

-a poem of a new kind