Foreboding

To know you is hard.

Such allure is a curse.

Such little time, yet ideal and familiar.

Cool blood runs through my veins.

Struggling with each beat-Heavy thumps.

Pressure in my chest as it pulses up and down.

Can't shed another tear- my soul infected by too much fear.

I want you so bad, but I'm too afraid to lose.

I don't know what to do.

My limbs are light, but my heart anchors me down.

Fear and anxiety paralyze me now-joy in the present is a distant hope.

Why must I fret over each moment's passing?

Do you see me now?

So much hiding-i've been trying so hard.

I'm too scared.

An enticement I can't deny.

Your soul is my color, just my kind.

Knowing you, but not having you, may always haunt me.