The Fear

by Lexiemae   Mar 30, 2004


Your presence makes me weak
Your touch makes me breathless
The fear overtakes me
I try to conceal it.
Do you notice?

Butterflies all around me
feeling me
fluttering so fast
I get lost, blinded by them
I fall so swiftly I lose my way
and fly straight into oblivion
The darkness enthralls me
fills me to my core
till I am full.

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