I will deny that I like you,
that I never thought of your lips on mine,
how I melt when you smile.
My skin burns at your touch,
and your eyes glint like starbursts.
I refrain because you're not fixed.
A passing cloud, a desire void of reasons.
But you are the antidote to my anxiety,
you hold me up and shower your love.
You're blinding to my warmth-less eyes,
oh if only you were a man and I not a coward.
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