Closer, betterMature

Always desperate
to write something
anything
to describe to you
even a smidgeon
of what I feel
I don't know it exists
that it is there
until I look at you
when your skin brushes mine
when you take my hand in yours
all those stories
all those poems
told me I'd find a place
a person
to take my heart
didn't tell me
I would let it go
with no hesitation
didn't tell me
I'd love you
that it would feel like this
and now I wonder
just how far off were they
never stopped writing
if it meant bringing you closer
to even a smidgeon
of what I feel
when I'm close to you

The End

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