You're Gone

I’m afraid of what you would think of me,

If you understood the way my mind works

And it’s terrifying for me to speak to you,

I shake from my head to the floor.

Your beauty is caught in my gaze,

I cannot rid myself of the image of you,

But now—preempted—you are gone;

All I can think of is your return

Where I can hang on your every word.

I dream of seeing you smile again

And like thoughts keep me awake at night.

But will you ever hear me speak?

Or be told of how my heart beats?

I may always be left with memories,

As unbearable as that thought may be.

      DannYetman

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